Art is a harmony parallel with nature.
The awareness of our own strength makes us modest.
When I start thinking, all is lost.
I've come to the conclusion that it's not really possible to help others.
I could paint for a hundred years, a thousand years without stopping and I would still feel as though I knew nothing.
The landscape becomes human, becomes a thinking, living being within me. I become one with my picture...we merge in an iridescent chaos.