If I Think, Everything Is Lost.

Perhaps I Was Born Too Early. I Was More The Painter Of Your Generation Than Of Mine.

I Am A Pupil Of Pissarro.

There Is A Logic Of Colors, And It Is With This Alone, And Not With The Logic Of The Brain, That The Painter Should Conform.

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

The Contour Eludes Me.