It took me time to understand my water lilies. I had planted them for the pleasure of it; I grew them without ever thinking of painting them.
I donโt think Iโm made for any earthly kind of pleasure.
I am following Nature without being able to grasp her, I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.
I get madder and madder on giving back what I feel.
For almost two months now I've been struggling away with no result.
It is a tragedy that we live in a world where physical courage is so common, and moral courage is so rare.