My Life Has Been Nothing But A

All I Did Was To Look At What The Universe Showed Me, To Let My Brush Bear Witness To It.

I Work At My Garden All The Time And With Love. What I Need Most Are Flowers, Always. My Heart Is Forever In Giverny.

No, I'm Not A Great Painter. Neither Am I A Great Poet.

I've Spent So Long On Some Paintings That I No Longer Know What To Think Of Them, And I Am Definitely Getting Harder To Please; Nothing Satisfies Me.

I Never Draw Except With Brush And Paint.