Though I Am Often In The Depths

I Felt My Energy Return And That I Said To Myself, In Any Event I'll Recover From It, I'll Pick Up My Pencil That I Put Down In My Great Discouragement And I'll Get Back To Drawing, And From Then On, It Seems To Me, Everything Has Changed For Me.

What A Simple Thing Death Is, Just As Simple As The Falling Of An Autumn Leaf.

Doing Little Things Well Is A Step Toward Doing Big Things Better.

I Always Dream A Painting Like That, With A Group Of Lively Figures Of The Pals.

But What's Your Ultimate Goal, You'll Say. That Goal Will Become Clearer, Will Take Shape Slowly And Surely, As The Croquis Becomes A Sketch And The Sketch A Painting, As One Works More Seriously, As One Digs Deeper Into The Originally Vague Idea, The First Fugitive, Passing Thought, Unless It Becomes Firm.