For Almost Two Months Now

Everything Changes, Even Stone.

Despite My Exhaustion I Have A Devil Of A Time Getting To Sleep Because Of The Rats Above My Bed And A Pig Who Lives Beneath My Room.

I Can Only Draw What I See.

I Waited For The Idea To Consolidate, For The Grouping And Composition Of Themes To Settle Themselves In My Brain.

I Want To Paint The Air In Which The Bridge, The House And The Boat Are To Be Found - The Beauty Of The Air Around Them, And That Is Nothing Less Than The Impossible.