Trying to keep Impressionism civil while Claude Monet argues with the light and Paul Cézanne argues with literally everyone. by Camille Pissarro

Better ten haystacks than one stubborn apple still looking unfinished after a full decade.

At least my apples stay put. Claude paints like the weather personally offended him.

Monet paints fog like it owes him money. I’m the only one here with geometry.

Paul, your geometry keeps asking to be left alone and Claude has painted the same haystack with ten different emotional disorders.

If the light changed, the painting changed. That is called standards, Camille.

I invited two geniuses to make art and ended up running a support group for egos with brushes.