Worth begets in base minds, envy; in great souls, emulation.
I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.
My work is always better when I am alone and follow my own impressions.
I know that to paint the sea really well, you need to look at it every hour of every day in the same place so that you can understand its way in that particular spot; and that is why I am working on the same motifs over and over again, four or six times even.
I had so much fire in me and so many plans.
Lots of people will protest that it's quite unreal and that I'm out of my mind, but that's just too bad
These landscapes of water and reflection have become an obsession.
The great times were never as great as they seem in the rearview mirror.
You must not let anyone define your limits because of where you come from. Your only limit is your soul.
Inside the glittery, swanky cases-the 'modern art' materials that were all the rage at the time, Formica and glass and plastic-was something very unpleasant, very frightening, and looking absolutely real.
We see ourselves as first helping to open up markets to competition.