I have often, as an exercise and as a sustenance, painted before an object down to the smallest accidents of its visual appearance; but the day left me sad and with an unsatiated thirst. The next day I let the other source run, that of imagination, through the recollection of the forms and I was then reassured and appeased. My drawings inspire, and are not to be defined. They place us, as does music, in the ambiguous realm of the undetermined.
– Odilon Redon
