The Sadness Will Last Forever.

I Do Not Know Myself How I Paint It. I Sit Down With A White Board Before The Spot That Strikes Me. I Look At What Is Before My Eyes, And Say To Myself, That White Board Must Become Something.

We Must Not Judge God From This World. It's Just A Study That Didn't Come Off. It's Only A Master Who Could Make Such A Blunder.

...and Then, I Have Nature And Art And Poetry, And If That Is Not Enough, What Is Enough?

I'll Start With Small Things.

If The Storm Within Gets Too Loud, I Take A Glass Too Much To Stun Myself.