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.
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.
No one is an artist unless he carries his picture in his head before painting it, and is sure of his method and composition.
Eventually, my eyes were opened, and I really understood nature. I learned to love at the same time.
I have never had a studio, and I do not understand shutting oneself up in a room. To draw, yes; to paint, no.
I pass my time in the open air on the beach when it is really heavy weather or when the boats go out fishing.
No one is an artist unless he carries his picture in his head before painting it, and is sure of his method and composition.
People discuss my art and pretend to understand as if it were necessary to understand, when it's simply necessary to love.