Color is my day-long obsession, joy and torment.
I must have flowers, always, and always.
Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love.
the more I live, the more I regret how little i know
To have gone to all this trouble to get to this is just too stupid! Outside there's brilliant sunshine but I don't feel up to looking at it.
I would advise young artists to paint as they can, as long as they can, without being afraid of painting badly.