I Lack The Magnificent Richness Of Color

Pure Drawing Is An Abstraction. Drawing And Colour Are Not Distinct, Everything In Nature Is Coloured.

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

My Nervous System Is Enfeebled, Only Work In Oils Can Sustain Me.

Treat Nature By The Cylinder, The Sphere, The Cone, Everything In Proper Perspective So That Each Side Of An Object Or A Plane Is Directed Towards A Central Point.

I Ask You To Pray For Me, For Once Age Has Overtaken Us, We Find Consolation Only In Religion.