I would like to paint the way a bird sings.

I would advise young artists . . . to paint as they can, as long as they can, without being afraid of painting badly . . . . If their painting doesn't improve by itself, it means that nothing can be done - and I wouldn't do anything!

My garden is my most beautiful masterpiece

I wear myself out and struggle with the sun. And what a sun here! It would be necessary to paint here with gold and gemstones. It is wonderful.

I have never had a studio, and I do not understand shutting oneself up in a room. To draw, yes; to paint, no.

Color is my daylong obsession, joy, and torment.