I Perhaps Owe Having Become A Painter

The Thames Was All Gold. God It Was Beautiful, So Fine That I Began Working A Frenzy, Following The Sun And Its Reflections On The Water.

All I Did Was To Look At What The Universe Showed Me, To Let My Brush Bear Witness To It.

Everyone Discusses My Art And Pretends To Understand, As If It Were Necessary To Understand, When It Is Simply Necessary To Love.

I've Always Refused Requests Even From Friends To Employ A Technique I Know Nothing About.

These Landscapes Of Water And Reflection Have Become An Obsession.