I Had So Much Fire In Me

Colors Pursue Me Like A Constant Worry. They Even Worry Me In My Sleep.

I Am Very Depressed And Deeply Disgusted With Painting. It Is Really A Continual Torture.

I Know That To Paint The Sea Really Well, You Need To Look At It Every Hour Of Every Day In The Same Place So That You Can Understand Its Way In That Particular Spot; And That Is Why I Am Working On The Same Motifs Over And Over Again, Four Or Six Times Even.

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.

These Landscapes Of Water And Reflections Have Become An Obsession. It's Quite Beyond My Powers At My Age, And Yet I Want To Succeed In Expressing What I Feel.