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.

Color is my day-long obsession, joy and torment.

My garden is my most beautiful masterpiece

My work is always better when I am alone and follow my own impressions.

The richness I achieve comes from nature, the source of my inspiration.

I am very depressed and deeply disgusted with painting. It is really a continual torture.

I have made tremendous efforts to work in a darker register and express the sinister and tragic quality of the place, given my natural tendency to work in light and pale tones.