Most People Think I Paint Fast. I

I Haven't Many Years Left Ahead Of Me And I Must Devote All My Time To Painting, In The Hope Of Achieving Something Worthwhile In The End, Something If Possible That Will Satisfy Me.

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

I Must Have Flowers, Always, And Always.

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

I'm Continuing To Work Hard, Not Without Periods Of Discouragement, But My Strength Comes Back Again.