This painting has never appeared in a gallery nor in any other public exhibition.

To my surprise, the unfinished quality of the drawing didn't bother anyone.

Please paint me and my husband alone in front of the altar on our special day.

We’re heathens, they told me, and after a moment’s reflection I understood why.

Few people, I imagine, attend rehearsals.

Even gods must obey.

As a boy, I sometimes wandered over those fields.

Looking back into childhood, I don’t remember ever being interested in St. George.

With my pencil and brushes I welcomed her into the painting.

For many centuries, Valencia was surrounded by walls.

I remember: she met her on a bright afternoon in April.

The train ride from Madrid had been tiring.

“For as long as I can remember, I have been puzzled by the fact that I can feel like a Christian only when I am indoors.”

As foolish as it may seem, I have been trying for years to paint things I can’t see.

Her flight from the other side of the world was long and bumpy and she slept little.

Most roads in the west of Ireland were designed for wagons and carts.

The Tempest begins with a storm that will wreck a ship.

“The world is overflowing with things to paint, waiting only for you and your imagination.”

It was summer, remember?

Pay attention, she’ll move soon.