Whom did I meet? Nobody. I'd heard of Gertrude Stein, but I don't remember having heard of Picasso at all. I used to go to the cafes at night and sit and watch. I went to the theatre a little. Paris had no great or immediate impact on me.

I can't exactly describe the sensations, but they're entirely human and perhaps have nothing to do with aesthetics.

Maybe I am slightly inhuman ... all I ever wanted to do was to paint sunlight on the side of a house.

I can't always agree with what critics say - it may be true; it may not be true.