Insults Are Pouring Down On Me As

Every New Painting Is Like Throwing Myself Into The Water Without Knowing How To Swim.

There Are No Lines In Nature, Only Areas Of Colour, One Against Another.

Insults Are Pouring Down On Me As Thick As Hail.

The Country Only Has Charms For Those Not Obliged To Stay There.

There Is Only One True Thing: Instantly Paint What You See.