When I judge art, I take my painting and put it next to a God made object like a tree or flower. If it clashes, it is not art.

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.

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.

My age and health will never allow me to realize the dream of art I've been pursuing all my life.

I'll always be grateful to the public of intelligent amateurs.

It is not about painting life, it is about making painting alive.

We must not be content to memorize the beautiful formulas of our illustrious predecessors. Let us go out and study beautiful nature.