Let Everything About You Breathe The Calm

The Work Of A Man Is The Explanation Of The Man.

Out In The Sun, Some Painters Are Lined Up. The First Is Copying Nature, The Second Is Copying The First, The Third Is Copying The Second... You See The Sequence.

It Is The Eye Of Ignorance That Assigns A Fixed And Unchangeable Color To Every Object; Beware Of This Stumbling Block.

Under The Continual Contact With The Pebbles My Feet Have Become Hardened And Used To The Ground. My Body, Almost Constantly Nude, No Longer Suffers From The Sun. Civilization Is Falling From Me Little By Little. I Am Beginning To Think Simply, To Feel Only Very Little Hatred For My Neighbor - Rather, To Love Him.

The Great Artist Is A Formulation Of The Greatest Intelligence: He Is The Recipient Of Sensations Which Are The Most Delicate And Consequently The Most Invisible Expressions Of The Brain.