I wish they would take me as I am.
My brushwork is quite unsystematic. I slam the paint on in all sorts of ways and leave each result to take care of itself.
The more you love, the more you suffer.
If one truly loves nature one finds beauty everywhere.
What is drawing? It is working oneself through an invisible iron wall that seems to stand between what one feels and what one can do.
In spite of everything, I shall rise again