Every Day I Discover More And More

I Can No Longer Work Outside Because Of The Intensity Of The Light.

One Is Too Taken Up With All That One Sees And Hears In Paris, However Strong One Is, And What I Do Here [in Etretat] Will At Least Have The Merit Of Being Unlike Anyone Else, At Least I Believe So, Because It Will Simply Be The Expression Of What I, And Only I, Have Felt.

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

I Have Made Tremendous Efforts To Work In A Darker Register And Express The Sinister And Tragic Quality Of The Place, Given My Natural Tendency To Work In Light And Pale Tones.

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