I'm Getting So Slow At My Work

All I Did Was To Look At What The Universe Showed Me, To Let My Brush Bear Witness To It.

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

I Didn't Become An Impressionist. As Long As I Can Remember I Always Have Been One.

I See Less And Less... I Need To Avoid Lateral Light, Which Darkens My Colors. Nevertheless, I Always Paint At The Times Of Day Most Propitious For Me, As Long As My Paint Tubes And Brushes Are Not Mixed Up... I Will Paint Almost Blind, As Beethoven Composed Completely Deaf.

I Want To Paint The Air In Which The Bridge, The House And The Boat Are To Be Found - The Beauty Of The Air Around Them, And That Is Nothing Less Than The Impossible.