It Was Always Disappointing To See That

I See Something, Find It Marvelous, Want To Try And Do It. Whether It Fails Or Whether It Comes Off In The End Becomes Secondary. . . . So Long As I've Learned Something About Why.

Artistically I Am Still A Child With A Whole Life Ahead Of Me To Discover And Create. I Want Something, But I Won't Know What It Is Until I Succeed In Doing It.

If I See Everything In Gray, And In Gray All The Colors Which I Experience And Which I Would Like To Reproduce, Then Why Should I Use Any Other Color?

All I Can Do Will Only Ever Be A Faint Image Of What I See And My Success Will Always Be Less Than My Failure Or Perhaps Equal To The Failure.

The Older I Grow, The More I Find Myself Alone.