It's on the strength of observation and reflection that one finds a way. So we must dig and delve unceasingly.
I don’t think I’m made for any earthly kind of pleasure.
I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.
Every day I discover more and more beautiful things. It’s enough to drive one mad. I have such a desire to do everything, my head is bursting with it.
I would like to paint the way a bird sings.
My garden is my most beautiful masterpiece.
Color is my daylong obsession, joy, and torment.
The richness I achieve comes from nature, the source of my inspiration.
What keeps my heart awake is colorful silence.