The Older I Become The More I

I Can No Longer Work Outside Because Of The Intensity Of The Light.

I'm Very Happy, Very Delighted. I'm Setting To Like A Fighting Cockerel, For I'm Surrounded Here By All That I Love.

I'm Never Finished With My Paintings; The Further I Get, The More I Seek The Impossible And The More Powerless I Feel.

I've Been Working So Hard That I'm Exhausted... I Feel I Won't Be Able To Do Without A Few Weeks' Rest, So I'm Going Off To See The Sea.

I'm Going To Get Down To A Still Life On A Size 50 Canvas Of Rayfish And Dogfish With Old Fishermen's Baskets. Then I'm Going To Turn Out A Few Pictures To Send Wherever Possible, Given That Now, First And Foremost - Unfortunately - I Have To Earn Some Money.