There is no light painting or dark painting, but simply relations of tones.

If isolation tempers the strong, it is the stumbling-block of the uncertain.

Here, on the river's verge, I could be busy for months without changing my place, simply leaning a little more to right or left.

Keep good company - that is, go to the Louvre.

You have to hurry up if you want to see something, everything disappears.

If I think, I am lost.

The landscape thinks itself in me and I am its consciousness.