“I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.”

Pictures aren’t made out of doctrines. Since the appearance of impressionism, the official salons, which used to be brown, have become blue, green, and red…But peppermint or chocolate, they are still confections.

I must have flowers, always, and always.

I’m not performing miracles, I’m using up and wasting a lot of paint.

Thanks to my work everything’s going well; it’s a great consolation.

If the world really looks like that I will paint no more!

My eyes were finally opened and I understood nature. I learned at the same time to love it.

I had so much fire in me and so many plans.

Getting up at 4 in the morning, I slave away all day until by the evening I’m exhausted, and I end by forgetting all my responsibilities, thinking only of the work I’ve set out to do.

No one but myself knows the anxiety I go through and the trouble I give myself to finish paintings which do not satisfy me and seem to please so very few others.

I’m knocked out, I’ve never felt so physically and mentally exhausted, I’m quite stupid with it and long only for bed; but I am happy.

Most people think I paint fast. I paint very slowly.

Apart from painting and gardening, I’m not good at anything.

I’m continuing to work hard, not without periods of discouragement, but my strength comes back again.

My garden is my most beautiful masterpiece

I am following Nature without being able to grasp her, I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.

I never draw except with brush and paint.

You spent years planting red flags convincing me they were roses.

Storms can ruin gardens, but that doesn’t mean you won’t see flowers again.

She is like water lily, because in the most hostile waters she blooms.

Flowers don’t bloom all seasons, and if flowers don’t, why would we?

His kisses make her blossom like a flower in the wild softly unfolding her petals to expose the magic hidden inside.

Her looks were as delicate and fragile as a wildflower but her soul was strong and raw like a warrior.

Darling daisies kiss as spring awakens today her heart and soul sings.

You’re my sunflower girl teaching me that magic is found in the wild that we are.