When I Start Thinking, All Is Lost.

Pure Drawing Is An Abstraction. Drawing And Colour Are Not Distinct, Everything In Nature Is Coloured.

My Nervous System Is Very Much Weakened - Nothing But Painting In Oil Can Keep Me Going.

Tell Me, Do You Think I'm Going Mad? I Sometimes Wonder, You Know.

You Have No Idea How Life-giving It Is To Find Around One A Youth That Agrees Not To Bury One On The Spot.

Here, On The River's Verge, I Could Be Busy For Months Without Changing My Place, Simply Leaning A Little More To Right Or Left.