Everything changes, even stone.

My garden is a slow work, pursued with love and I do not deny that I am proud of it. Forty years ago, when I established myself here, there was nothing but a farmhouse and a poor orchard...I bought the house and little by little I enlarged and organized it...I dug, planted weeded, myself; in the evenings the children watered.

My garden is my most beautiful masterpiece

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

As for myself, I met with as much success as I ever could have wanted. In other words, I was enthusiastically run-down by every critic of the period.

No, I'm not a great painter. Neither am I a great poet.

These landscapes of water and reflection have become an obsession.