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.
Apart from painting and gardening, I'm not good at anything.
No, I'm not a great painter. Neither am I a great poet.
Colors pursue me like a constant worry. They even worry me in my sleep.
Nothing in the whole world is of interest to me but my painting and my flowers.
It is better to have done something than to have been someone.