There Is No Light Painting Or Dark

Surely, A Single Bunch Of Carrots Painted Naively, Just As We Personally See It, Is Worth All The Endless Banalities Of The Schools, All Those Dreary Pictures Concocted Out Of Tobacco Juice According To Time-honored Formulas?

In Order To Make Progress, There Is Only Nature, And The Eye Is Turned Through Contact With Her.

I Am A Pupil Of Pissarro.

My Age And Health Will Never Allow Me To Realize The Dream Of Art I've Been Pursuing All My Life.

Chatter About Art Is Almost Always Useless.