If Isolation Tempers The Strong,

Everything In Nature Is Formed Upon The Sphere, The Cone And The Cylinder. One Must Learn To Paint These Simple Figures And Then One Can Do All That He May Wish.

The Landscape Becomes Human, Becomes A Thinking, Living Being Within Me. I Become One With My Picture...we Merge In An Iridescent Chaos.

It Is Necessary To Introduce Light Vibrations, Represented By Reds And Yellows, And A Sufficient Amount Of Blues, To Obtain An Airy Feeling.

The Artist Must Scorn All Judgment That Is Not Based On An Intelligent Observation Of Character. He Must Beware Of The Literary Spirit Which So Often Causes A Painting To Deviate From Its True Path - The Concrete Study Of Nature - To Lose Itself All Too Long In Intangible Speculations.

Time And Reflection Change The Sight Little By Little 'till We Come To Understand.