If The World Really Looks Like That

I Don’t Think I’m Made For Any Earthly Kind Of Pleasure.

I Am Very Depressed And Deeply Disgusted With Painting. It Is Really A Continual Torture.

No One Is An Artist Unless He Carries His Picture In His Head Before Painting It, And Is Sure Of His Method And Composition.

These Landscapes Of Water And Reflections Have Become An Obsession. It's Quite Beyond My Powers At My Age, And Yet I Want To Succeed In Expressing What I Feel.

Colors Pursue Me Like A Constant Worry. They Even Worry Me In My Sleep.