There Is No Self-portrait Of Me.

Even When I Have To Write A Simple Letter I'm Scared Stiff As If Faced With Looming Seasickness.

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.

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

There Is No Self-portrait Of Me.

There Is Always Hope, As Long As The Canvases Are Empty.