What preys on my mind is simply this one question: what am I good for, could I not be of service or use in some way?

I am always doing what I can't do yet in order to learn how to do it.

My brushwork is quite unsystematic. I slam the paint on in all sorts of ways and leave each result to take care of itself.

Keep your love of nature, for that is the true way to understand art more and more.

It's as interesting and as difficult to say a thing well as to paint it. There is the art of lines and colours, but the art of words exists too, and will never be less important.

At times it is not easy for me to take up living again.

There is no blue without yellow and without orange.