These Landscapes Of Water And Reflections Have

I Have Made Tremendous Efforts To Work In A Darker Register And Express The Sinister And Tragic Quality Of The Place, Given My Natural Tendency To Work In Light And Pale Tones.

Color Is My Day-long Obsession, Joy And Torment. To Such An Extent Indeed That One Day, Finding Myself At The Deathbed Of A Woman Who Had Been And Still Was Very Dear To Me, I Caught Myself In The Act Of Focusing On Her Temples And Automatically Analyzing The Succession Of Appropriately Graded Colors Which Death Was Imposing On Her Motionless Face.

The Creditors Are Proving Impossible To Deal With And Short Of A Sudden Appearance On The Scene Of Wealthy Art Patrons, We Are Going To Be Turned Out Of This Dear Little House Where I Led A Simple Life And Was Able To Work So Well. I Do Not Know What Will Become Of Us.

My Garden Is My Most Beautiful Masterpiece

What Could Be Said About Me...a Man To Whom Only His Painting Matters? And Of Course His Garden And His Flowers As Well.