Color is my day-long obsession, joy and torment.

People discuss my art and pretend to understand as if it were necessary to understand, when it's simply necessary to love.

Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love.

My life has been nothing but a failure.

Eventually, my eyes were opened, and I really understood nature. I learned to love at the same time.

My wish is to stay always like this, living quietly in a corner of nature.

I am following Nature without being able to grasp her, I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.

I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.

I have always worked better alone and from my own impressions.