Sometimes I Miss Out The Morning's Painting

There Is Nothing That Special To See When Looking At Me.

There Is Always Hope, As Long As The Canvases Are Empty.

If The Weather Is Good I Go Into The Nearby Wood - There I Am Painting A Small Beech Forest (in The Sun) With A Few Conifers Mixed In. This Takes Until 8 'o Clock.

Although Even When I Am Being Idle I Have Plenty Of Food For Thought Both Early And Late - Thoughts Both About And Not About Art.

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.