[b]Camille Pissarro
Blessed are they who see beautiful things in humble places where other people see nothing.[/b]
Come on, even here?
All the sorrow, all the bitterness, all the sadness, I forget them and ignore them in the joy of working.
Obviously not on the assembly line or in the cubicle.
It is absurd to look for perfection.
What, even here?
God takes care of imbeciles, little children and artists.
Anyone here know why?
It is only by drawing often, drawing everything, drawing incessantly, that one fine day you discover to your surprise that you have rendered something in its true character.
Unless of course he’s wrong.
Paint the essential character of things.
Or, sure, just make something up.