My wish is to stay always like this, living quietly in a corner of nature.

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

I have always worked better alone and from my own impressions.

Eventually, my eyes were opened, and I really understood nature. I learned to love at the same time.

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

I am installed in a fairylike place. I do not know where to poke my head; everything is superb, and I would like to do everything, so I use up and squander lots of color, for there are trials to be made.