I Am A Pupil Of Pissarro.

Michelangelo Is A Constructor, And Rafael An Artist Who, Great As He Is, Is Always Limited By The Model. When He Tries To Be Thoughtful He Falls Below The Niveau Of His Great Rival.

The Sun Penetrates Me Soundlessly Like A Distant Friend That Stirs Up My Laziness, Fertilizes It. We Bring Forth Life.

With A Painter's Temperament, All That's Needed Are The Means Of Expression Sufficient To Be Intelligible To The Wide Public.

The Day Is Coming When A Single Carrot, Freshly Observed, Will Set Off A Revolution.

I Advance All Of My Canvas At One Time.