There Are Two Things In

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

My Nervous System Is Enfeebled, Only Work In Oils Can Sustain Me.

When The Color Achieves Richness, The Form Attains Its Fullness Also.

What Is One To Think Of Those Fools Who Tell One That The Artist Is Always Subordinate To Nature? Art Is A Harmony Parallel With Nature.

Sometimes I Imagine Colors As If They Were Living Ideas, Being Of Pure Reason With Which To Communicate. Nature Is Not On The Surface, It Is Deep Down.