Nothing in the whole world is of interest to me but my painting and my flowers.

My life has been nothing but a failure.

Zaandam has enough to paint for a lifetime.

These landscapes of water and reflection have become an obsession.

The Thames was all gold. God it was beautiful, so fine that I began working a frenzy, following the sun and its reflections on the water.

The older I become the more I realize of that I have to work very hard to reproduce what I search: the instantaneous. The influence of the atmosphere on the things and the light scattered throughout.

I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.