I Lack The Magnificent Richness

Tell Me, Do You Think I'm Going Mad? I Sometimes Wonder, You Know.

The Landscape Thinks Itself In Me And I Am Its Consciousness.

Under This Fine Rain I Breathe In The Innocence Of The World. I Feel Coloured By The Nuances Of Infinity. At This Moment I Am One With My Picture. We Are An Iridescent Chaos.

If Isolation Tempers The Strong, It Is The Stumbling-block Of The Uncertain.

Perhaps I Was Born Too Early. I Was More The Painter Of Your Generation Than Of Mine.