Color Is My Day-long Obsession,

A Good Impression Is Lost So Quickly.

I Perhaps Owe Having Become A Painter To Flowers.

I Am Following Nature Without Being Able To Grasp Her, I Perhaps Owe Having Become A Painter To Flowers.

I Still Don't Know Where I Am Going To Sleep Tomorrow.

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!