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

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

If The Weather Is Good I Go Into The Nearby Wood - There I Am Painting A Small Beech Forest (in The Sun) With A Few Conifers Mixed In. This Takes Until 8 'o Clock.

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.

I Can Paint And Draw. I Believe This Myself And A Few Other People Say That They Believe This Too. But I'm Not Certain Of Whether It's True.