The Landscapist Lives In Silence.

The Landscapist Lives In Silence.

It Is Not I That Am Drawing, It Is This Thing At The End Of My Hand.

Nothing Makes Me So Happy As To Observe Nature And To Paint What I See.

The Universe Was Born Restless And Has Never Since Been Still.

The Interest And The Feelings Are Not Due To Colors; The Lines Of A Painting That Move Us Move Us Even More In A Print.