One Day I Am Satisfied, The Next

I Do What I Can To Convey What I Experience Before Nature And Most Often, In Order To Succeed In Conveying What I Feel, I Totally Forget The Most Elementary Rules Of Painting, If They Exist That Is.

My Eyes Were Finally Opened And I Understood Nature. I Learned At The Same Time To Love It.

Work Is Nearly Always A Torture. If I Could Find Something Else I Would Be Much Happier, Because I Could Use This Other Interest As A Form Of Relaxation. Now I Cannot Relax.

It's Enough To Drive You Crazy, Trying To Depict The Weather, The Atmosphere, The Ambience.

When I Look At Nature I Feel As If I'll Be Able To Paint It All, Note It All Down, And Then You Might As Well Forget It Once You're Working.