the more I live, the more I regret how little i know
All of a sudden I had the revelation of how enchanting my pond was.
What could be said about me...a man to whom only his painting matters? And of course his garden and his flowers as well.
The Thames was all gold. God it was beautiful, so fine that I began working a frenzy, following the sun and its reflections on the water.
Zaandam has enough to paint for a lifetime.
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.