In A Sense I'm Glad That I've

It Is Difficult To Know Oneself, But It Isn't Easy To Paint Oneself Either.

I Would Like To Leave This World And Never Return. I Severed My Ear, But How I Wish That I Had Severed My Heart. I Shall Never Amount To Anything.

One Of The Hardest Things To Do Is To Paint Darkness Which Nonetheless Has Light In It.

You Have To First Experience What You Want To Express

Spring Is The Fresh Green Of Young Corn And The Pink Blush Of Blossoms. Autumn Contrasts The Yellowed Foilage With Violet Hues. Winter Is The White Of Snow Against Its Black Forms ... Summer Is The Contrast Of Blues And The Golden Bronze Of The Corn.