I know that to paint the sea really well, you need to look at it every hour of every day in the same place so that you can understand its way in that particular spot and that is why I am working on the same motifs over and over again, four or six times even.
It's on the strength of observation and reflection that one finds a way. So we must dig and delve unceasingly.
Colour is my day-long obsession, joy and torment.
My garden is my most beautiful masterpiece.
Everything I have earned has gone into these gardens.
Everyone discusses my art and pretend to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love.
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.
My life has been nothing but a failure.
We're having marvellous weather and I wish I could send you a little of the sunshine. I am slaving away on six paintings a day. I'm giving myself a hard time over it as I haven't yet managed to capture the colour of this landscape, there are moments when I'm appalled at the colours I'm having to use, I'm afraid what I'm doing is just dreadful and yet I really am understating it; the light is simply terrifying.
The Thames was all gold. God it was beautiful, so fine that I began working a frenzy, following the sun and its reflections on the water.
The richness I achieve comes from Nature, the source of my inspiration.