When I Work I Forget All The

I'm Not Performing Miracles, I'm Using Up And Wasting A Lot Of Paint.

Nothing In The Whole World Is Of Interest To Me But My Painting And My Flowers.

All Of A Sudden I Had The Revelation Of How Enchanting My Pond Was.

By The Single Example Of This Painter Devoted To His Art With Such Independence, My Destiny As A Painter Opened Out To Me.

I Haven't Yet Managed To Capture The Colour Of This Landscape; There Are Moments When I'm Appalled At The Colours I'm Having To Use, I'm Afraid What I'm Doing Is Just Dreadful And Yet I Really Am Understating It; The Light Is Simply Terrifying.