It Is A Tragedy That

The Only Merit I Have Is To Have Painted Directly From Nature With The Aim Of Conveying My Impressions In Front Of The Most Fugitive Effects.

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

For Me, The Subject Is Of Secondary Importance: I Want To Convey What Is Alive Between Me And The Subject.

It Is Better To Have Done Something Than To Have Been Someone.

I Would Like To Paint The Way A Bird Sings.