I Can Only Draw What

It Was At Home I Learned The Little I Know. Schools Always Appeared To Me Like A Prison, And Never Could I Make Up My Mind To Stay There, Not Even For Four Hours A Day, When The Sunshine Was Inviting, The Sea Smooth, And When It Was Joy To Run About The Cliffs In The Free Air, Or To Paddle In The Water.

I'm Getting So Slow At My Work It Makes Me Despair, But... I'm Increasingly Obsessed By The Need To Render What I Experience, And I'm Praying That I'll Have A Few More Good Years Left To Me.

I Am Pleased With The Exhibition... Everything On Display Was Sold For A Good Price To Decent People. It Has Been A Long Time Since I Believed That You Could Educate Public Taste.

I Can No Longer Work Outside Because Of The Intensity Of The Light.

If The World Really Looks Like That I Will Paint No More!