All The Theories Mess You Up Inside.

The Louvre Is A Good Book To Consult, But It Must Only Be An Intermediary. The Real And Immense Study That Must Be Taken Up Is The Manifold Picture Of Nature.

I'd Like To Combine Melancholy And Sunshine... There's A Sadness In Provence Which No One Has Expressed... I'd Like To Put Reason In The Grass And Tears In The Sky, Like Poussin.

I Allow No One To Touch Me.

It Is Not About Painting Life, It Is About Making Painting Alive.

If I Were Called Upon To Define Briefly The Word Art, I Should Call It The Reproduction Of What The Senses Preceive In Nature, Seen Through The Veil Of The Soul.