All My Compatriots Are Asses

One Had To Immerse Oneself In One's Surroundings And Intensely Study Nature Or One's Subject To Understand How To Recreate It.

Studying The Model And Realizing It Is Sometimes Very Slow In Coming For The Artist.

Shut Your Eyes, Wait, Think Of Nothing. Now, Open Them ... One Sees Nothing But A Great Coloured Undulation. What Then? An Irradiation And Glory Of Colour. This Is What A Picture Should Give Us ... An Abyss In Which The Eye Is Lost, A Secret Germination, A Coloured State Of Grace ... Loose Conciousness. Descend With The Painter Into The Dim Tangled Roots Of Things, And Rise Again From Them In Colours, Be Steeped In The Light Of Them.

Don't Be An Art Critic. Paint. There Lies Salvation.

Light Is A Thing That Cannot Be Reproduced, But Must Be Represented By Something Else - By Color.