It's So Fine And Yet

I Am A Pupil Of Pissarro.

Under This Fine Rain I Breathe In The Innocence Of The World. I Feel Coloured By The Nuances Of Infinity. At This Moment I Am One With My Picture. We Are An Iridescent Chaos.

When A Picture Isn't Realized, You Pitch It In The Fire And Start Another One!

Art First Of All Is Optical. That's Where The Material Of Our Art Is: In What Our Eyes Think.

For An Impressionist To Paint From Nature Is Not To Paint The Subject, But To Realize Sensations.