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.

It was at home I learned the little I know. Schools always appeared to me like a prison, and never could I make up my mind to stay there, not even for four hours a day, when the sunshine was inviting, the sea smooth, and when it was joy to run about the cliffs in the free air, or to paddle in the water.

I would advise young artists to paint as they can, as long as they can, without being afraid of painting badly.

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

These landscapes of water and reflection have become an obsession.

All I did was to look at what the universe showed me, to let my brush bear witness to it.

Despite my extremely modest prices, dealers and art lovers are turning their backs on me. It is very depressing to see the lack of interest shown in an art object which has no market value.