My Heart Is Forever In Giverny.

Nature Won't Be Summoned To Order And Won't Be Kept Waiting. It Must Be Caught, Well Caught.

I'm Getting So Slow At My Work It Makes Me Despair, But... I'm Increasingly Obsessed By The Need To Render What I Experience, And I'm Praying That I'll Have A Few More Good Years Left To Me.

I Still Don't Know Where I Am Going To Sleep Tomorrow.

If The World Really Looks Like That I Will Paint No More!

I Can No Longer Work Outside Because Of The Intensity Of The Light.