These landscapes of water and reflection have become an obsession.

Apart from painting and gardening, I'm not good at anything.

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 older I become the more I realize of that I have to work very hard to reproduce what I search: the instantaneous. The influence of the atmosphere on the things and the light scattered throughout.

I've done what I could as a painter and that seems to me to be sufficient. I don't want to be compared to the great masters of the past, and my painting is open to criticism; that's enough.

The light constantly changes, and that alters the atmosphere and beauty of things every minute.