When I look at nature I feel as if I'll be able to paint it all, note it all down, and then you might as well forget it once you're working...
My eyes were finally opened and I understood nature. I learned at the same time to love it.
I am following Nature without being able to grasp her, I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.
I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.
My only desire is an intimate infusion with nature, and the only fate I wish is to have worked and lived in harmony with her laws.
I am following Nature without being able to grasp her...I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.