Our normal experience of life is fragmentary, the world is broken into obscurity. The immediate impressions I meet leave me thinking, making sense and speculating; they leave me unsatisfied. The work of art is the mysterious corner of the world where the fragment has become a whole. While I am in beauty I lack nothing, I desire nothing. To take fragments from peripheral facets of a half visible whole and to lift them to beauty is the activity of Impressionism. We pursued this work through pastel work and poetry in the landscape.