I Have Nothing To Hide In Art.

Long Live The Sun Which Gives Us Such Beautiful Color.

Fruits ... Like Having Their Portrait Painted. They Seem To Sit There And Ask Your Forgiveness For Fading. Their Thought Is Given Off With Their Perfumes. They Come With All Their Scents, They Speak Of The Fields They Have Left, The Rain Which Has Nourished Them, The Daybreaks They Have Seen.

Painting, Like Any Art, Comprises A Technique, A Workmanlike Handling Of Material, But The Accuracy Of A Tone And The Fictitious Combination Of Effects Depend Entirely On The Choice Made By The Artist.

An Optical Impression Is Produced On Our Organs Of Sight Which Makes Us Classify As Light, Half-tone Or Quartertone, The Surfaces Represented By Colour Sensations. So That Light Does Not Exist For The Painter.

I Have Sworn To Die Painting.