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

These landscapes of water and reflection have become an obsession.

I waited for the idea to consolidate, for the grouping and composition of themes to settle themselves in my brain.

The only merit I have is to have painted directly from nature with the aim of conveying my impressions in front of the most fugitive effects.

The light constantly changes, and that alters the atmosphere and beauty of things every minute.

I would like to paint the way a bird sings.

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