To see we must forget the name of the thing we are looking at.
I'm not performing miracles, I'm using up and wasting a lot of paint.
The richness I achieve comes from nature, the source of my inspiration.
If the world really looks like that I will paint no more!
What could be said about me...a man to whom only his painting matters? And of course his garden and his flowers as well.
I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.