Now I Really Feel The Landscape, I

It Really Is Appallingly Difficult To Do Something Which Is Complete In Every Respect, And I Think Most People Are Content With Mere Approximations. Well, My Dear Friend, I Intend To Battle On, Scrape Off And Start Again.

I Do What I Can To Convey What I Experience Before Nature And Most Often, In Order To Succeed In Conveying What I Feel, I Totally Forget The Most Elementary Rules Of Painting, If They Exist That Is.

One Is Too Taken Up With All That One Sees And Hears In Paris, However Strong One Is, And What I Do Here [in Etretat] Will At Least Have The Merit Of Being Unlike Anyone Else, At Least I Believe So, Because It Will Simply Be The Expression Of What I, And Only I, Have Felt.

I Want The Unobtainable. Other Artists Paint A Bridge, A House, A Boat, And That's The End. They Are Finished. I Want To Paint The Air Which Surrounds The Bridge, The House, The Boat, The Beauty Of The Air In Which These Objects Are Located, And That Is Nothing Short Of Impossible.

For Me, A Landscape Does Not Exist In Its Own Right, Since Its Appearance Changes At Any Moment.