Colors pursue me like a constant worry. They even worry me in my sleep.

What could be said about me...a man to whom only his painting matters? And of course his garden and his flowers as well.

These landscapes of water and reflection have become an obsession.

Gardening was something I learned in my youth when I was unhappy. I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.

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.

The only merit I have is to have painted directly from nature with the aim of conveying my impressions in front of the most fugitive effects.

Light is the most important person in the picture.