Apart from painting and gardening, I'm not good at anything.
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.
Color is my day-long obsession, joy and torment.
My garden is my most beautiful masterpiece
My heart is forever in Giverny.
It's on the strength of observation and reflection that one finds a way. So we must dig and delve unceasingly.