Art Is A Line Around

If The Weather Is Good I Go Into The Nearby Wood - There I Am Painting A Small Beech Forest (in The Sun) With A Few Conifers Mixed In. This Takes Until 8 'o Clock.

After Tea It's Back To Painting - A Large Poplar At Dusk With A Gathering Storm. From Time To Time Instead Of This Evening Painting Session I Go Bowling In One Of The Neighbouring Villages, But Not Very Often.

True Relaxation, Which Would Do Me The World Of Good, Does Not Exist For Me.

There Is Always Hope, As Long As The Canvases Are Empty.

Although Even When I Am Being Idle I Have Plenty Of Food For Thought Both Early And Late - Thoughts Both About And Not About Art.