I don’t think I’m made for any earthly kind of pleasure.

No one is an artist unless he carries his picture in his head before painting it, and is sure of his method and composition.

Color is my day-long obsession, joy and torment.

I pass my time in the open air on the beach when it is really heavy weather or when the boats go out fishing.

I will do water - beautiful, blue water.

I am working, but when one has ceased to do seascape, it is the devil afterward - very difficult; it changes at every instant, and here the weather varies several times in the same day.