"In a forest, I have felt many times over that it was not I who looked at the forest. Sometimes I felt that the trees were looking at me, were speaking to me . . . I was there, listening . . . I think the painter must be penetrated by the universe and not want to penetrate it . . . I expect to be inwardly submerged, buried. Perhaps I paint to break out."
-Andre Marchand
11/1/10
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