Gardening was something I learned in my youth when I was unhappy. I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.

Everything changes, even stone.

My heart is forever in Giverny.

I get madder and madder on giving back what I feel.

Zaandam has enough to paint for a lifetime.

For almost two months now I've been struggling away with no result.

No, I'm not a great painter. Neither am I a great poet.