[b]Claude Monet
You’ll understand, I’m sure that I’m chasing the merest sliver of color. It’s my own fault. I want to grasp the intangible. It’s terrible how the light runs out. Color, any color, lasts a second, sometimes 3 or 4 minutes at most.[/b]
No as matter of fact I won’t understand.
Listening only to my instincts, I discovered superb things.
Just don’t expect that to always be true.
For me, the subject is of secondary importance: I want to convey what is alive between me and the subject.
Which, of course, can be almost anything.
I’m not performing miracles, I’m using up and wasting a lot of paint.
A bad day let’s call it.
I am very depressed and deeply disgusted with painting. It is really a continual torture.
A really bad day let’s call it.
It took me time to understand my water lilies. I had planted them for the pleasure of it; I grew them without ever thinking of painting them.
There must be the philosophical equivalent of that.