I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.
I would like to paint the way a bird sings.
Color is my day-long obsession, joy and torment.
Color is my daylong obsession, joy, and torment.
I must have flowers, always and always.
What keeps my heart awake is colorful silence.
My garden is my most beautiful masterpiece
My life has been nothing but a failure.
I have always worked better alone and from my own impressions.
Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love.
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.
Eventually, my eyes were opened, and I really understood nature. I learned to love at the same time.
People discuss my art and pretend to understand as if it were necessary to understand, when it's simply necessary to love.