I Don't Know Anything With Certainty, But

Just Slap Something On It When You See A Blank Canvas Staring At You With A Sort Of Imbecility.

I Began To Paint Again, Even Though I Could Barely Hold The Brush, But Knowing Exactly What I Wanted To Paint, I Began Three More Large Canvases... Of Large Wheat Fields Under Cloudy Skies, And It Did Not Take A Great Deal To Express Sadness And Loneliness... I Believe These Paintings Say What Words Cannot.

One May Have A Blazing Hearth In One's Soul, And Yet No One Ever Comes To Sit By It.

The Sunflower Is Mine, In A Way.

The Mediterranean Has The Color Of Mackerel, Changeable I Mean. You Don't Always Know If It Is Green Or Violet, You Can't Even Say It's Blue, Because The Next Moment The Changing Reflection Has Taken On A Tint Of Rose Or Gray.