I work at my garden all the time and with love. What I need most are flowers, always. My heart is forever in Giverny.
I waited for the idea to consolidate, for the grouping and composition of themes to settle themselves in my brain.
It is better to have done something than to have been someone.
I didn't become an impressionist. As long as I can remember I always have been one.
What I need most of all is color, always, always.
Colors pursue me like a constant worry. They even worry me in my sleep.