I Can Only Draw What I See.

It Was At Home I Learned The Little I Know. Schools Always Appeared To Me Like A Prison, And Never Could I Make Up My Mind To Stay There, Not Even For Four Hours A Day, When The Sunshine Was Inviting, The Sea Smooth, And When It Was Joy To Run About The Cliffs In The Free Air, Or To Paddle In The Water.

I've Spent So Long On Some Paintings That I No Longer Know What To Think Of Them, And I Am Definitely Getting Harder To Please; Nothing Satisfies Me.

As For Myself, I Met With As Much Success As I Ever Could Have Wanted. In Other Words, I Was Enthusiastically Run-down By Every Critic Of The Period.

My Garden Is My Most Beautiful Masterpiece

Despite My Extremely Modest Prices, Dealers And Art Lovers Are Turning Their Backs On Me. It Is Very Depressing To See The Lack Of Interest Shown In An Art Object Which Has No Market Value.