I Perhaps Owe Having Become A Painter

What I Need Most Of All Is Color, Always, Always.

Colors Pursue Me Like A Constant Worry. They Even Worry Me In My Sleep.

I Didn't Become An Impressionist. As Long As I Can Remember I Always Have Been One.

As For Myself, I Met With As Much Success As I Ever Could Have Wanted. In Other Words, I Was Enthusiastically Run-down By Every Critic Of The Period.

I See Less And Less... I Need To Avoid Lateral Light, Which Darkens My Colors. Nevertheless, I Always Paint At The Times Of Day Most Propitious For Me, As Long As My Paint Tubes And Brushes Are Not Mixed Up... I Will Paint Almost Blind, As Beethoven Composed Completely Deaf.