These landscapes of water and reflection have become an obsession.

The effect of sincerity is to give one's work the character of a protest. The painter, being concerned only with conveying his impression, simply seeks to be himself and no one else.

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

For almost two months now I've been struggling away with no result.

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

Everything changes, even stone.

When you go out to paint, try to forget what objects you have before you - a tree, house, a field....Merely think, here is a little square of blue, here an oblong of pink, here a streak of yellow, and paint it just as it looks to you, the exact color and shape, until it gives your own naive impression of the scene before you.