There Is A Logic Of

Optics, Developing In Us Through Study, Teach Us To See.

Here On The Edge Of The River, The Motifs Are Very Plentiful, The Same Subject Seen From A Different Angle Gives A Subject For Study Of The Highest Interest And So Varied That I Think I Could Be Occupied For Months Without Changing My Place, Simply Bending A Little More To The Right Or Left.

I Should Have Wished To Possess The Intellectual Equilibrium That Characterizes You And Permits You To Achieve Without Fail The Desired End... Chance Has Not Favoured Me With An Equal Self-assurance, It Is The Only Regret I Have About Things Of This Earth.

Light Is A Thing That Cannot Be Reproduced, But Must Be Represented By Something Else - By Color.

The Painter Unfolds That Which Has Not Been Seen.