I Perhaps Owe Having Become A Painter

The Richness I Achieve Comes From Nature, The Source Of My Inspiration.

I'm Not Performing Miracles, I'm Using Up And Wasting A Lot Of Paint.

To See We Must Forget The Name Of The Thing We Are Looking At.

Nature Won't Be Summoned To Order And Won't Be Kept Waiting. It Must Be Caught, Well Caught.

My Aim Is To Give You Only The Things With Which I Am Completely Satisfied, Even If It Means Asking You A Little More [time] For Them... For If I Were To Do Otherwise I'd Turn Into A Mere Painting Machine And You Would Be Landed With A Pile Of Incomplete Work Which Would Put Off The Most Enthusiastic Of Art Collectors.