Sometimes people tell me they don't have the inspiration. But I don't
know what it is, because I very seldom have it myself. I just see a
beautiful place, take out the paints reluctantly and start painting, and
then suddenly - bingo! - the inspiration appears. From this moment I
don't look at the time, or at people around me. I don't react to any
questions - there is only me and what I'm painting.
