|
Color is my day-long obsession, joy and torment. Everyone
discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to
understand, when it is simply necessary to love. I am following Nature without being able to grasp her, I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers. I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers. My life has been nothing but a failure. No one is an artist unless he carries his picture in his head before painting it, and is sure of his method and composition. People discuss my art and pretend to understand as if it were necessary to understand, when it's simply necessary to love. For me, a
landscape does not exist in its own right, since its appearance changes
at every moment; but the surrounding atmosphere brings it to life - the
light and the air which vary continually. For me, it is only the
surrounding atmosphere which gives subjects their true value. |
