I Would Like To Paint

I Let A Good Many Mistakes Show Through When Fixing My Sensations. It Will Always Be The Same And This Is What Makes Me Despair.

I'm Knocked Out, I've Never Felt So Physically And Mentally Exhausted, I'm Quite Stupid With It And Long Only For Bed; But I Am Happy.

Apart From Painting And Gardening, I'm Not Good At Anything.

Pictures Aren't Made Out Of Doctrines. Since The Appearance Of Impressionism, The Official Salons, Which Used To Be Brown, Have Become Blue, Green, And Red...but Peppermint Or Chocolate, They Are Still Confections.

I'm Not Performing Miracles, I'm Using Up And Wasting A Lot Of Paint.