All The Theories Mess You Up Inside.

It Is Impossible For Emotion Not To Come On Us In Thinking Of That Time Now Flowed Away.

I Cannot Attain The Intensity That Is Unfolded Before My Senses. I Have Not The Magnificent Richness Of Colouring That Animates Nature.

Everything Is About To Disappear. You've Got To Hurry Up If You Still Want To See Things.

I Have Sworn To Die Painting.

The Contour Eludes Me.