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 get madder and madder on giving back what I feel.

Light is the most important person in the picture.

I am very depressed and deeply disgusted with painting. It is really a continual torture.

Everything changes, even stone.

Apart from painting and gardening, I'm not good at anything.

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.