No, I'm Not A Great Painter. Neither

No, I'm Not A Great Painter. Neither Am I A Great Poet.

The Light Constantly Changes, And That Alters The Atmosphere And Beauty Of Things Every Minute.

The Older I Become The More I Realize Of That I Have To Work Very Hard To Reproduce What I Search: The Instantaneous. The Influence Of The Atmosphere On The Things And The Light Scattered Throughout.

Lots Of People Will Protest That It's Quite Unreal And That I'm Out Of My Mind, But That's Just Too Bad

I Would Like To Paint The Way A Bird Sings.