Gardening was something I learned in my youth when I was unhappy. I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.
CLAUDE MONETGardening was something I learned in my youth when I was unhappy. I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.
CLAUDE MONETPictures 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.
CLAUDE MONETApart from painting and gardening, I’m not good at anything.
CLAUDE MONETNo 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.
CLAUDE MONETI’m enjoying the most perfect tranquillity, free from all worries, and in consequence would like to stay this way forever, in a peaceful corner of the countryside like this.
CLAUDE MONETI never draw except with brush and paint.
CLAUDE MONETDespite my extremely modest prices, dealers and art lovers are turning their backs on me. It is very depressing to see the lack of interest shown in an art object which has no market value.
CLAUDE MONETI still don’t know where I am going to sleep tomorrow.
CLAUDE MONETI sometimes feel ashamed that I am devoting myself to artistic pursuits while so many of our people are suffering and dying for us. It’s true that fretting never did any good.
CLAUDE MONETThe light constantly changes, and that alters the atmosphere and beauty of things every minute.
CLAUDE MONETI’m in a foul mood as I’m making stupid mistakes… This morning I lost beyond repair a painting with which I had been happy, having done about twenty sessions on it; it had to be thoroughly scraped away… what a rage I was in!
CLAUDE MONETMy work is always better when I am alone and follow my own impressions.
CLAUDE MONETMost people think I paint fast. I paint very slowly.
CLAUDE MONETListening only to my instincts, I discovered superb things.
CLAUDE MONETThe real subject of every painting is light.
CLAUDE MONETMy heart is forever in Giverny.
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