When you go out to paint, try to forget what objects you have before you - a tree, house, a field....Merely think, here is a little square of blue, here an oblong of pink, here a streak of yellow, and paint it just as it looks to you, the exact color and shape, until it gives your own naive impression of the scene before you.

Lots of people will protest that it's quite unreal and that I'm out of my mind, but that's just too bad

I'm not performing miracles, I'm using up and wasting a lot of paint.

These landscapes of water and reflection have become an obsession.

I've done what I could as a painter and that seems to me to be sufficient. I don't want to be compared to the great masters of the past, and my painting is open to criticism; that's enough.

I work at my garden all the time and with love. What I need most are flowers, always. My heart is forever in Giverny.

It's on the strength of observation and reflection that one finds a way. So we must dig and delve unceasingly.