Claude Monet

I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers

I must have flowers, always and always.

My garden is my most beautiful masterpiece

Color is my daylong obsession, joy, and torment.

I have always worked better alone and from my own impressions.

People discuss my art and pretend to understand as if it were necessary to understand, when it's simply necessary to love.

Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love.

Color is my day-long obsession, joy and torment.

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.

Eventually, my eyes were opened, and I really understood nature. I learned to love at the same time.

My wish is to stay always like this, living quietly in a corner of nature.

My life has been nothing but a failure.

I want to paint the way a bird sings.

I must have flowers, always, and always.

I don__ think I__ made for any earthly kind of pleasure.

I would like to paint the way a bird sings.

What keeps my heart awake is colorful silence.