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.
What keeps my heart awake is colorful silence.
Color is my daylong obsession, joy, and torment.
My wish is to stay always like this, living quietly in a corner of nature.
I have always worked better alone and from my own impressions.
My garden is my most beautiful masterpiece
Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love.
I must have flowers, always and always.
Eventually, my eyes were opened, and I really understood nature. I learned to love at the same time.
My life has been nothing but a failure.
People discuss my art and pretend to understand as if it were necessary to understand, when it's simply necessary to love.
I am following Nature without being able to grasp her, I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.