I Am Good At Only

No One But Myself Knows The Anxiety I Go Through And The Trouble I Give Myself To Finish Paintings Which Do Not Satisfy Me And Seem To Please So Very Few Others.

I Think Only Of My Painting, And If I Were To Drop It, I Think I'd Go Crazy.

To See We Must Forget The Name Of The Thing We Are Looking At.

I'm Going To Get Down To A Still Life On A Size 50 Canvas Of Rayfish And Dogfish With Old Fishermen's Baskets. Then I'm Going To Turn Out A Few Pictures To Send Wherever Possible, Given That Now, First And Foremost - Unfortunately - I Have To Earn Some Money.

Colors Pursue Me Like A Constant Worry. They Even Worry Me In My Sleep.