I Work At My Garden All The

It Is Difficult To Stop In Time Because One Gets Carried Away. But I Have That Strength; It Is The Only Strength I Have.

Color Is My Day-long Obsession, Joy And Torment.

I Want To Paint The Air In Which The Bridge, The House And The Boat Are To Be Found - The Beauty Of The Air Around Them, And That Is Nothing Less Than The Impossible.

It's Enough To Drive You Crazy, Trying To Depict The Weather, The Atmosphere, The Ambience.

Listening Only To My Instincts, I Discovered Superb Things.