I didn't become an impressionist. As long as I can remember I always have been one.

Despite my extremely modest prices, dealers and art lovers are turning their backs on me. It is very depressing to see the lack of interest shown in an art object which has no market value.

I see less and less... I need to avoid lateral light, which darkens my colors. Nevertheless, I always paint at the times of day most propitious for me, as long as my paint tubes and brushes are not mixed up... I will paint almost blind, as Beethoven composed completely deaf.

Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love.

I can only draw what I see.

I am following Nature without being able to grasp her, I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.

I get madder and madder on giving back what I feel.