One Day I Am Satisfied, The Next

The Light Constantly Changes, And That Alters The Atmosphere And Beauty Of Things Every Minute.

The Older I Become The More I Realize Of That I Have To Work Very Hard To Reproduce What I Search: The Instantaneous. The Influence Of The Atmosphere On The Things And The Light Scattered Throughout.

You Might Perhaps Like To See The Few Canvases I Was Able To Save From The Bailiffs And The Rest, Since I Thought You Might Be So Good As To Help Me A Little, As I Am In Quite A Desperate State, And The Worst Is That I Can No Longer Even Work.

The Only Merit I Have Is To Have Painted Directly From Nature With The Aim Of Conveying My Impressions In Front Of The Most Fugitive Effects.

Most People Think I Paint Fast. I Paint Very Slowly.