Chatter About Art Is Almost

If I Were Called Upon To Define Briefly The Word Art, I Should Call It The Reproduction Of What The Senses Preceive In Nature, Seen Through The Veil Of The Soul.

The Painter Unfolds That Which Has Not Been Seen.

I'd Like To Combine Melancholy And Sunshine... There's A Sadness In Provence Which No One Has Expressed... I'd Like To Put Reason In The Grass And Tears In The Sky, Like Poussin.

Painting From Nature Is Not Copying The Object; It Is Realizing One's Sensations.

A Puny Body Weakens The Soul.