Monet said that color is his joy, torment...his day long obsession. It is my fire. My passion. My lover. It reveals my fears, doubt, sincere insanity and perpetual bliss. It wakes me in the middle of the night. It comes to me in dreams. It speaks to me in a quiet raging voice urging me to bring it into this world. It paints itself when I listen. When I listen.
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