Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love.
The real subject of every painting is light.
My only desire is an intimate infusion with nature, and the only fate I wish is to have worked and lived in harmony with her laws.
I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.
What I need most of all is color, always, always.
If the world really looks like that I will paint no more!