What I need most of all is color, always, always.
All of a sudden I had the revelation of how enchanting my pond was.
My heart is forever in Giverny.
I get madder and madder on giving back what I feel.
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.
I am following Nature without being able to grasp her, I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.