Seek art and abstraction in nature by dreaming in the presence of it.

Life is merely a fraction of a second. An infinitely small amount of time to fulfill our desires, our dreams, our passions.

Color! What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams.

My eyes close and uncomprehendingly see the dream in the infinite space that stretches away, elusive, before me.

A bit of advice, don't copy nature too closely. Art is an abstraction; as you dream amid nature, extrapolate art from it, and concentrate on what you will create as a result.

Night is here. All is at rest. My eyes close in order to see without actually understanding the dream that flees before men infinite space; and I experience the languorous sensation produced by the mournful procession of my hopes.

You may dream freely when you listen to music as well as when you look at painting. When you read a book you are the slave of the author's mind.