There are two things in the painter, the eye and the mind; each of them should aid the other.
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.
The landscape thinks itself in me and I am its consciousness.
I lack the magnificent richness of color that animates nature.
I am the primitive of the method I have invented.
Long live the sun which gives us such beautiful color.