Color Is My Day-long Obsession, Joy And

One Is Too Taken Up With All That One Sees And Hears In Paris, However Strong One Is, And What I Do Here [in Etretat] Will At Least Have The Merit Of Being Unlike Anyone Else, At Least I Believe So, Because It Will Simply Be The Expression Of What I, And Only I, Have Felt.

It's Enough To Drive You Crazy, Trying To Depict The Weather, The Atmosphere, The Ambience.

All Of A Sudden I Had The Revelation Of How Enchanting My Pond Was.

Apart From Painting And Gardening, I'm Not Good At Anything.

Now, More Than Ever, I Realize Just How Illusory My Undeserved Success Has Been. I Still Hold Out Some Hope Of Doing Better, But Age And Unhappiness Have Sapped My Strength.