I'm Continuing To Work Hard, Not Without

Thanks To My Work Everything's Going Well; It's A Great Consolation.

I Still Don't Know Where I Am Going To Sleep Tomorrow.

Never, Even As A Child, Would I Bend To A Rule.

Techniques Vary, Art Stays The Same; It Is A Transposition Of Nature At Once Forceful And Sensitive.

I Still Have A Lot Of Pleasure Doing Them, But As Time Goes By I Come To Appreciate More Clearly Which Paintings Are Good And Which Should Be Discarded.