A Thousand Painters Ought To Be Killed

I Have Sworn To Die Painting.

Everything Vanishes, Falls Apart, Doesn't It? Nature Is Always The Same But Nothing In Her That Appears To Us Lasts. Our Art Must Render The Thrill Of Her Permanence, Along With Her Elements, The Appearance Of All Her Changes. It Must Give Us A Taste Of Her Eternity.

You Say A New Era In Art Is Preparing; You Sensed It Coming; Continue Your Studies Without Weakening. God Will Do The Rest.

All Pictures Painted Inside In The Studio Will Never Be As Good As The Things Done Outside.

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.