My garden is a slow work, pursued with love and I do not deny that I am proud of it. Forty years ago, when I established myself here, there was nothing but a farmhouse and a poor orchard...I bought the house and little by little I enlarged and organized it...I dug, planted weeded, myself; in the evenings the children watered.

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

I work at my garden all the time and with love. What I need most are flowers, always. My heart is forever in Giverny.

I waited for the idea to consolidate, for the grouping and composition of themes to settle themselves in my brain.

My garden is my most beautiful masterpiece

No one is an artist unless he carries his picture in his head before painting it, and is sure of his method and composition.

All of a sudden I had the revelation of how enchanting my pond was.