I Would Advise Young Artists To Paint

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

When It Is Dark, It Seems To Me As If I Were Dying, And I Can't Think Any More.

If The World Really Looks Like That I Will Paint No More!

I'm Getting So Slow At My Work It Makes Me Despair, But... I'm Increasingly Obsessed By The Need To Render What I Experience, And I'm Praying That I'll Have A Few More Good Years Left To Me.

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