There Is Always Hope, As Long As

There Is Nothing That Special To See When Looking At Me.

After Tea It's Back To Painting - A Large Poplar At Dusk With A Gathering Storm. From Time To Time Instead Of This Evening Painting Session I Go Bowling In One Of The Neighbouring Villages, But Not Very Often.

True Relaxation, Which Would Do Me The World Of Good, Does Not Exist For Me.

Art Is A Line Around Your Thoughts.

I Have The Gift Of Neither The Spoken Nor The Written Word, Especially If I Have To Say Something About Myself Or My Work. Whoever Wants To Know Something About Me -as An Artist, The Only Notable Thing- Ought To Look Carefully At My Pictures And Try And See In Them What I Am And What I Want To Do.