I get madder and madder on giving back what I feel.

It is only too easy to catch people's attention by doing something worse than anyone else has dared to do it before.

Listening only to my instincts, I discovered superb things.

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.

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

My garden is a slow work, pursued with love and I do not deny that I am proud of it. Forty years ago, when I established myself here, there was nothing but a farmhouse and a poor orchard...I bought the house and little by little I enlarged and organized it...I dug, planted weeded, myself; in the evenings the children watered.

All of a sudden I had the revelation of how enchanting my pond was.