The real subject of every painting is light.

Without the fog, London would not be a beautiful city. It is fog that gives it its magnificent amplitude...its regular and massive blocks become grandiose in that mysterious mantle.

Every day I discover more and more beautiful things. It’s enough to drive one mad. I have such a desire to do everything, my head is bursting with it.

the more I live, the more I regret how little i know

Gardening was something I learned in my youth when I was unhappy. I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.

I am very depressed and deeply disgusted with painting. It is really a continual torture.

I have made tremendous efforts to work in a darker register and express the sinister and tragic quality of the place, given my natural tendency to work in light and pale tones.