I am following Nature without being able to grasp her...I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.

I am following Nature without being able to grasp her, I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.

I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.

I am following Nature without being able to grasp her . . . . I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.

I must have flowers, always, and always.

The effect of sincerity is to give one's work the character of a protest. The painter being concerned only with conveying his impression, simply seeks to be himself and no one else.