I Perhaps Owe Having Become A Painter

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.

For Me, A Landscape Does Not Exist In Its Own Right, Since Its Appearance Changes At Every Moment; But The Surrounding Atmosphere Brings It To Life - The Light And The Air Which Vary Continually. For Me, It Is Only The Surrounding Atmosphere Which Gives Subjects Their True Value.

Lots Of People Will Protest That It's Quite Unreal And That I'm Out Of My Mind, But That's Just Too Bad

The Richness I Achieve Comes From Nature, The Source Of My Inspiration.

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.