What Is Done In Love Is Done

I Sometimes Think There Is Nothing So Delightful As Drawing.

One Must Work And Dare If One Really Wants To Live.

To Express A Marriage Of Two Complementary Colors, Their Mingling And Their Opposition, The Mysterious Vibrations Of Kindred Tones.

The More Ugly, Older, More Cantankerous, More Ill And Poorer I Become, The More I Try To Make Amends By Making My Colours More Vibrant, More Balanced And Beaming.

Both She And I Have Grief Enough And Trouble Enough, But As For Regrets – Neither Of Us Have Any.