I Perhaps Owe Having Become A Painter

I Must Have Flowers, Always, And Always.

I'm Never Finished With My Paintings; The Further I Get, The More I Seek The Impossible And The More Powerless I Feel.

I Let A Good Many Mistakes Show Through When Fixing My Sensations. It Will Always Be The Same And This Is What Makes Me Despair.

I'm Continuing To Work Hard, Not Without Periods Of Discouragement, But My Strength Comes Back Again.

It Would Be A Very Bad Idea... To Exhibit Even A Small Number Of This New Series, As The Whole Effect Can Only Be Achieved From An Exhibition Of The Entire Group.