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Paul Cézanne - Right now a moment is fleeting by...

Right now a moment is fleeting by Capture its reality in paint To do that we must put all else out of our minds. We must become that moment, make ourselves a sensitive recording plate. give the image of what we actually see, forgetting everything that has been seen before our time. (Paul Cézanne)

Right now a moment is fleeting by Capture its reality in paint To do that we must put all else out of our minds. We must become that moment, make ourselves a sensitive recording plate. give the image of what we actually see, forgetting everything that has been seen before our time.

Paul Cézanne

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