Apart From Painting And Gardening, I'm Not

I Say That Whoever Claims To Have Finished A Canvas Is Terribly Arrogant.

It's Enough To Drive You Crazy, Trying To Depict The Weather, The Atmosphere, The Ambience.

I Perhaps Owe Having Become A Painter To Flowers.

The Older I Become The More I Realize Of That I Have To Work Very Hard To Reproduce What I Search: The Instantaneous. The Influence Of The Atmosphere On The Things And The Light Scattered Throughout.

You'll Understand, I'm Sure That I'm Chasing The Merest Sliver Of Color. It's My Own Fault. I Want To Grasp The Intangible. It's Terrible How The Light Runs Out. Color, Any Color, Lasts A Second, Sometimes 3 Or 4 Minutes At Most.