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

Color is my daylong obsession, joy, and torment.

I am installed in a fairylike place. I do not know where to poke my head; everything is superb, and I would like to do everything, so I use up and squander lots of color, for there are trials to be made.

Try to forget what objects you have before you - a tree, a house, a field, or whatever. Merely think, 'Here is a little square of blue, here an oblong of pink, here a streak of yellow,' and paint it just as it looks to you, the exact color and shape, until it gives you your own impression of the scene before you.

Love begets love. This torment is my joy.

No one is an artist unless he carries his picture in his head before painting it, and is sure of his method and composition.