Through.

Cezanne, Still Life with Seven Apples, 1878

The love (in Cezanne's art) is so thoroughly used up in the action of making that there is no residue.  It may be that this using up of love in anonymous work, which produces such pure things, was never achieved as completely as in the work of this old man; his inner nature, having grown mistrustful and sullen, helped him to do it. He would certainly not have shown this love to another human being, had he been forced to conceive such a love; but with this disposition, which, thanks to his reclusive eccentricity, was fully ripened now, he turned to nature and knew how to swallow back his love for every apple and put it to rest in the painted apple forever. Can you imagine what that is like, and what it's like to experience this through him?

- Rainer Maria Rilke

Bernard, Paul Cézanne in his studio, Les Lauves, 1904

Here on the edge of the river, the motifs are very plentiful, the same subject seen from a different angle gives a subject for study of the highest interest and so varied that I think I could be occupied for months without changing my place, simply bending a little more to the right or left. 

- Paul Cezanne