What could be said about me...a man to whom only his painting matters? And of course his garden and his flowers as well.
Claude MonetColor is my day-long obsession, joy and torment. To such an extent indeed that one day, finding myself at the deathbed of a woman who had been and still was very dear to me, I caught myself in the act of focusing on her temples and automatically analyzing the succession of appropriately graded colors which death was imposing on her motionless face.
Claude MonetAll I did was to look at what the universe showed me, to let my brush bear witness to it.
Claude Monet