Sometimes I imagine colors as if they were living ideas, being of pure reason with which to communicate. Nature is not on the surface, it is deep down.
If isolation tempers the strong, it is the stumbling-block of the uncertain.
The day is coming when a single carrot, freshly observed, will set off a revolution.
The landscape thinks itself in me and I am its consciousness.
Painting is founded on the heart controlled by the head.
Two sittings a day of my models and I'm totally exhausted.