He looked critically again at the picture.
"I mean, of course," she added, as she noted his puzzled look, "that an artist is one who sees in nature the beauty in form, in light and shade, and in color." "You haven't put that tree in the right place," he objected! "and you have left out that house altogether." "This is not a photograph," she answered.

"I put in my picture only that which I want there.

The tree isn't in the right place, so I moved it.
The house has no business in the picture because I want it to represent a scene of wild, open lonesomeness.

I want to make the people who look at it feel so lonesome that they want to cry!" She was an odd girl! "Oh, don't you understand.

I want them only to feel like it.