Color is my daylong obsession, joy, and torment.

My garden is my most beautiful masterpiece

I must have flowers, always and always.

I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers

What keeps my heart awake is colorful silence.

I would like to paint the way a bird sings.

I don’t think I’m made for any earthly kind of pleasure.

I must have flowers, always, and always.

I want to paint the way a bird sings.