I Wish To Die Painting.

The World Doesn't Understand Me And I Don't Understand The World, That's Why I've Withdrawn From It.

Long Live The Sun Which Gives Us Such Beautiful Color.

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.

The Day Is Coming When A Single Carrot, Freshly Observed, Will Set Off A Revolution.

See How The Light Tenderly Love The Apricots, It Takes Them Over Completely, Enters Into Their Pulp, Light Them From All Sides! But It Is Miserly With The Peaches And Light Only One Side Of Them.