Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it.
I decided that if I could paint that flower in a huge scale, you could not ignore its beauty.
I go to nature to be soothed and healed, and to have my senses put in order.
I knew, of course, that trees and plants had roots, stems, bark, branches and foliage that reached up toward the light. But I was coming to realize that the real magician was light itself.
I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do.