I Advance All Of My Canvas At

When I Start Thinking, All Is Lost.

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.

Art First Of All Is Optical. That's Where The Material Of Our Art Is: In What Our Eyes Think.

I've Come To The Conclusion That It's Not Really Possible To Help Others.

To Paint Is Not To Copy The Object Slavishly, It Is To Grasp A Harmony Among Many Relationships.