I Would Like To Paint The Way

What I Need Most Of All Is Color, Always, Always.

When I Work I Forget All The Rest.

Work Is Nearly Always A Torture. If I Could Find Something Else I Would Be Much Happier, Because I Could Use This Other Interest As A Form Of Relaxation. Now I Cannot Relax.

Listening Only To My Instincts, I Discovered Superb Things.

I'm In Fine Fettle And Fired With A Desire To Paint.