I Never Draw Except With Brush And

Color Is My Day-long Obsession, Joy And Torment. To Such An Extent Indeed That One Day, Finding Myself At The Deathbed Of A Woman Who Had Been And Still Was Very Dear To Me, I Caught Myself In The Act Of Focusing On Her Temples And Automatically Analyzing The Succession Of Appropriately Graded Colors Which Death Was Imposing On Her Motionless Face.

If Only The Weather Would Improve, There'd Be Hope Of Some Work, But Every Day Brings Rain.

Listening Only To My Instincts, I Discovered Superb Things.

Color Is My Day-long Obsession, Joy And Torment.

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