Art Is A Harmony Parallel With Nature.

I Allow No One To Touch Me.

Here, On The River's Verge, I Could Be Busy For Months Without Changing My Place, Simply Leaning A Little More To Right Or Left.

The World Doesn't Understand Me And I Don't Understand The World, That's Why I've Withdrawn From It.

My Nervous System Is Very Much Weakened - Nothing But Painting In Oil Can Keep Me Going.

The Landscape Thinks Itself In Me And I Am Its Consciousness.