The Thames Was All Gold. God It

If The World Really Looks Like That I Will Paint No More!

The Creditors Are Proving Impossible To Deal With And Short Of A Sudden Appearance On The Scene Of Wealthy Art Patrons, We Are Going To Be Turned Out Of This Dear Little House Where I Led A Simple Life And Was Able To Work So Well. I Do Not Know What Will Become Of Us.

It Really Is Appallingly Difficult To Do Something Which Is Complete In Every Respect, And I Think Most People Are Content With Mere Approximations. Well, My Dear Friend, I Intend To Battle On, Scrape Off And Start Again.

By The Single Example Of This Painter Devoted To His Art With Such Independence, My Destiny As A Painter Opened Out To Me.

I'm In A Foul Mood As I'm Making Stupid Mistakes... This Morning I Lost Beyond Repair A Painting With Which I Had Been Happy, Having Done About Twenty Sessions On It; It Had To Be Thoroughly Scraped Away... What A Rage I Was In!