"And suddenly he is in tears, arrested by 'an oil sketch of a cloud formation from September 6th, 1822,' and unable to explain his reaction. What is he feeling? 'The feeling of inexhaustibility. The feeling of beauty. The feeling of presence.' He has always been unsettled by paintings, but has never found it easy to describe his experience of them — 'because what they possessed, the core of their being, was inexhaustibility and what that wrought in me was a kind of desire. I can’t explain it any better than that. A desire to be inside the inexhaustibility.' The moment he looks back at the Constable sketch, 'all my reasoning vanished in the surge of energy and beauty that arose in me. Yes, yes, yes, I heard. That’s where it is. That’s where I have to go. But what was it I had said yes to? Where was it I had to go?'"
|Kevin H, National Geographic http://photography.nationalgeographic.com|