One's State Of Mind Is

I Am Leaving In Order To Have Peace And Quiet. To Be Rid Of The Influence Of Civilization. I Only Want To Do Simple, Very Simple Art And To Be Able To Do That, I Have To Immerse Myself In Virgin Nature, See No One But Savages, Live Their Life, With No Other Thought In My Mind But To Render, The Way A Child Would, The Concepts Formed In My Brain And To Do This With The Aid Of Nothing But The Primitive Means Of Art, The Only Means That Are Good And True.

If You See A Tree As Blue, Then Make It Blue.

Machines Have Come, Art Has Fled, And I Am Far From Thinking Photography Can Help Us.

Painting Is The Most Beautiful Of All Arts. In It, All Sensations Are Condensed, At Its Aspect Everyone May Create Romance At The Will Of His Imagination, And At A Glance Have His Soul Invaded By The Most Profound Memories, No Efforts Of Memory, Everything Summed Up In One Moment. Complete Art Which Sums Up All The Others And Completes Them.

The Cyclone Ends. The Sun Returns; The Lofty Coconut Trees Lift Up Their Plumes Again; Man Does Likewise. The Great Anguish Is Over; Joy Has Returned; The Sea Smiles Like A Child.