You Have To Hurry Up If You

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

I'd Like To Combine Melancholy And Sunshine... There's A Sadness In Provence Which No One Has Expressed... I'd Like To Put Reason In The Grass And Tears In The Sky, Like Poussin.

The Painter Unfolds That Which Has Not Been Seen.

There Is No Light Painting Or Dark Painting, But Simply Relations Of Tones.

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?