I Would Like To Paint The Way

I Still Have A Lot Of Pleasure Doing Them, But As Time Goes By I Come To Appreciate More Clearly Which Paintings Are Good And Which Should Be Discarded.

Nothing In The Whole World Is Of Interest To Me But My Painting And My Flowers.

Everyone Discusses My Art And Pretends To Understand, As If It Were Necessary To Understand, When It Is Simply Necessary To Love.

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

My Only Desire Is An Intimate Infusion With Nature, And The Only Fate I Wish Is To Have Worked And Lived In Harmony With Her Laws.