I am installed in a fairylike place. I do not know where to poke my head; everything is superb, and I would like to do everything, so I use up and squander lots of color, for there are trials to be made.
It is extraordinary to see the sea; what a spectacle! She is so unfettered that one wonders whether it is possible that she again become calm.
I have never had a studio, and I do not understand shutting oneself up in a room. To draw, yes; to paint, no.
My wish is to stay always like this, living quietly in a corner of nature.
Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love.
I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.