"I am chasing the merest sliver of color. It is my own fault, I want to grasp the intangible."

"I found my eyes fixed on the tragic countenance, mechanically trying to seek the sequence, the degradation of the colours that death had just imposed on the motionless face. Shades of blue, yellow, gr…"

"I'm so tired of these struggles. I just want to disappear."

"I want to paint the air in which the bridge, house or boat exists. The beauty of the air where they are. Yet it is nothing short of impossible."

"What I like most of all in London is the fog."