Listening only to my instincts, I discovered superb things.
Everything changes, even stone.
One day I am satisfied, the next day I find it all bad; still I hope that some day I will find some of them good.
What I need most of all is color, always, always.
Every day I discover more and more beautiful things. It’s enough to drive one mad. I have such a desire to do everything, my head is bursting with it.
Apart from painting and gardening, I'm not good at anything.