When I Put A Green, It Is

The Wall Around The Window Does Not Create Two Worlds.

Color Exists In Itself, Possessing Its Own Beauty.

Composition, The Aim Of Which Is Expression, Alters Itself According To The Surface To Be Covered. If I Take A Sheet Of Paper Of Given Dimensions, I Will Jot Down A Drawing Which Will Have A Necessary Relation To Its Format.

A Rapid Rendering Of A Landscape Represents Only One Moment Of Its Existence. I Prefer, By Insisting Upon Its Essential Character, To Risk Losing Charm In Order To Gain Greater Stability.

To Draw Is To Make An Idea Precise. Drawing Is The Precision Of Thought.