Color is my day-long obsession, joy and torment.

My only desire is an intimate infusion with nature, and the only fate I wish is to have worked and lived in harmony with her laws.

Pictures aren't made out of doctrines. Since the appearance of impressionism, the official salons, which used to be brown, have become blue, green, and red...But peppermint or chocolate, they are still confections.

I am following Nature without being able to grasp her, I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.

Despite my extremely modest prices, dealers and art lovers are turning their backs on me. It is very depressing to see the lack of interest shown in an art object which has no market value.

Listening only to my instincts, I discovered superb things.

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