My God! How Terrible These

Painting Is The Most Beautiful Of All Arts. In It, All Sensations Are Condensed, At Its Aspect Everyone May Create Romance At The Will Of His Imagination, And At A Glance Have His Soul Invaded By The Most Profound Memories, No Efforts Of Memory, Everything Summed Up In One Moment. Complete Art Which Sums Up All The Others And Completes Them.

Without Delay I Began Work, Without Hesitation And All Of A Fever.

Having The Certitude Of A Succession Of Days... Equally Free And Beautiful, Peace Descends On Me.

Why Work? The Gods Are There To Lavish Upon The Faithful The Good Gifts Of Nature.

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