Long live the sun which gives us such beautiful color.

Keep good company - that is, go to the Louvre.

When I judge art, I take my painting and put it next to a God made object like a tree or flower. If it clashes, it is not art.

Right now a moment of time is passing by!... We must become that moment.

My age and health will never allow me to realize the dream of art I've been pursuing all my life.

The landscape becomes human, becomes a thinking, living being within me. I become one with my picture...we merge in an iridescent chaos.

My nervous system is enfeebled, only work in oils can sustain me.