Sometimes I Miss Out The Morning's Painting

I Have The Gift Of Neither The Spoken Nor The Written Word, Especially If I Have To Say Something About Myself Or My Work. Whoever Wants To Know Something About Me -as An Artist, The Only Notable Thing- Ought To Look Carefully At My Pictures And Try And See In Them What I Am And What I Want To Do.

Sometimes I Miss Out The Morning's Painting Session And Instead Study My Japanese Books In The Open.

Even When I Have To Write A Simple Letter I'm Scared Stiff As If Faced With Looming Seasickness.

Art Is A Line Around Your Thoughts.

After Tea It's Back To Painting - A Large Poplar At Dusk With A Gathering Storm. From Time To Time Instead Of This Evening Painting Session I Go Bowling In One Of The Neighbouring Villages, But Not Very Often.