What could be said about me...a man to whom only his painting matters? And of course his garden and his flowers as well.

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

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

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 can only draw what I see.

The richness I achieve comes from nature, the source of my inspiration.

Nothing in the whole world is of interest to me but my painting and my flowers.