It Seems To Me That When I

I Never Draw Except With Brush And Paint.

I'm Not Performing Miracles, I'm Using Up And Wasting A Lot Of Paint.

My Only Desire Is An Intimate Infusion With Nature, And The Only Fate I Wish Is To Have Worked And Lived In Harmony With Her Laws.

I Despise The Opinion Of The Press And The So-called Critics.

Listening Only To My Instincts, I Discovered Superb Things.