Every day I discover more and more beautiful things. It’s enough to drive one mad. I have such a desire to do everything, my head is bursting with it.

For me, a landscape does not exist in its own right, since its appearance changes at every moment; but the surrounding atmosphere brings it to life - the light and the air which vary continually. For me, it is only the surrounding atmosphere which gives subjects their true value.

I'm not performing miracles, I'm using up and wasting a lot of paint.

It took me time to understand my water lilies. I had planted them for the pleasure of it; I grew them without ever thinking of painting them.

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

I would like to paint the way a bird sings.

Color is my day-long obsession, joy and torment.