There Is No Self-portrait Of Me.

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

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

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.

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 Can Paint And Draw. I Believe This Myself And A Few Other People Say That They Believe This Too. But I'm Not Certain Of Whether It's True.