I Perhaps Owe Having Become A Painter

One Day I Am Satisfied, The Next Day I Find It All Bad; Still I Hope That Some Day I Will Find Some Of Them Good.

If Only The Weather Would Improve, There'd Be Hope Of Some Work, But Every Day Brings Rain.

I Would Like To Paint The Way A Bird Sings.

I Do Have A Dream, A Tableau Of The Bathing Place Of La Grenouillère, For Which I've Done Some Bad Pochades (sketches), But It Is A Dream. Renoir, Who Have Just Spent A Couple Of Months Here, Also Wants To Paint This Subject.

My Eyes Were Finally Opened And I Understood Nature. I Learned At The Same Time To Love It.