I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.
From Claude Monet
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.
Color is my day-long obsession, joy and torment.
No one is an artist unless he carries his picture in his head before painting it, and is sure of his method and composition.
I was definitely born under an evil star. I have just been thrown out of the inn where I was staying, naked as a worm.
Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love.
Eventually, my eyes were opened, and I really understood nature. I learned to love at the same time.
I will do water - beautiful, blue water.
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