All My Compatriots Are Asses Compared To

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

I Have Not Tried To Reproduce Nature; I Have Represented It.

Tell Me, Do You Think I'm Going Mad? I Sometimes Wonder, You Know.

It's Not Just About Looking And Copying, It's About Feeling Too

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.