You Have To Hurry Up If You

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

Fruits ... Like Having Their Portrait Painted. They Seem To Sit There And Ask Your Forgiveness For Fading. Their Thought Is Given Off With Their Perfumes. They Come With All Their Scents, They Speak Of The Fields They Have Left, The Rain Which Has Nourished Them, The Daybreaks They Have Seen.

If I Think, I Am Lost.

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

With An Apple I Will Astonish Paris.