Optics, developing in us through study, teach us to see.
It is not about painting life, it is about making painting alive.
One does not substitute oneself for the past, one merely adds to it a new link.
Chatter about art is almost always useless.
Everything vanishes, falls apart, doesn't it? Nature is always the same but nothing in her that appears to us lasts. Our art must render the thrill of her permanence, along with her elements, the appearance of all her changes. It must give us a taste of her Eternity.
I'll always be grateful to the public of intelligent amateurs.