Everything In Nature Takes Its Form From

To Achieve Progress Nature Alone Counts, And The Eye Is Trained Through Contact With Her. It Becomes Concentric By Looking And Working.

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

A Thousand Painters Ought To Be Killed Yearly. Say What You Like: I'm Every Inch A Painter.

I Am Progressing Very Slowly, For Nature Reveals Herself To Me In Very Complex Forms; And The Progress Needed Is Incessant.

It Is Not About Painting Life, It Is About Making Painting Alive.