Monet Is Only An Eye, But My

I Am More A Friend Of Art Than A Producer Of Painting.

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.

You Say A New Era In Art Is Preparing; You Sensed It Coming; Continue Your Studies Without Weakening. God Will Do The Rest.

I Wished To Copy Nature. I Could Not. But I Was Satisfied When I Discovered The Sun, For Instance, Could Not Be Reproduced, But Only Represented By Something Else.

You Must Think. The Eye Is Not Enough; It Needs To Think As Well.