I Confess I Do Not

As A Painter I Shall Never Signify Anything Of Importance. I Feel It Absolutely.

Art Is To Console Those Who Are Broken By Life.

Seeing That I Am So Busily Occupied With Myself Just Now, I Want To Try To Paint My Self-portrait In Writing.

Painting It Was Hard Graft... In Addition Red, Yellow, Brown Ochre, Black, Terra Sienna, Bistre, And The Result Is A Red-brown That Varies From Bistre To Deep Wine-red And To Pale, Blond Reddish.

Someday Death Will Take Us To Another Star.