I Perhaps Owe Having Become A Painter

It Is Difficult To Stop In Time Because One Gets Carried Away. But I Have That Strength; It Is The Only Strength I Have.

I Am Very Depressed And Deeply Disgusted With Painting. It Is Really A Continual Torture.

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

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

I've Done What I Could As A Painter And That Seems To Me To Be Sufficient. I Don't Want To Be Compared To The Great Masters Of The Past, And My Painting Is Open To Criticism; That's Enough.