My only desire is an intimate infusion with nature, and the only fate I wish is to have worked and lived in harmony with her laws.
I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.
My eyes were finally opened and I understood nature. I learned at the same time to love it.
I am following Nature without being able to grasp her, I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.
When I look at nature I feel as if I'll be able to paint it all, note it all down, and then you might as well forget it once you're working.