Passion

I had an infinite number of visions at this time,

for wherever I turned my eyes nature,

the sky, the clouds were alive,

in each stone and in the branches of each tree,
everywhere,
my figures stirred and lived their still or wildly animated life,
and they aroused my enthusiasm as well as tormented me
with demands that I paint them.

The cries appeared as shrill yellows,

the hooting of owls in deep violet tone{all images found on Flickr}