Paul Gauguin

Skąd przybywamy? Kim jesteśmy? Dokąd idziemy?

Art is either a plagiarist or a revolutionary.

Under the continual contact with the pebbles my feet have become hardened and used to the ground. My body, almost constantly nude, no longer suffers from the sun. Civilization is falling from me little by little. I am beginning to think simply, to feel only very little hatred for my neighbor - rather, to love him.

I shut my eyes in order to see.