I'm Very Happy, Very Delighted.

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

I Would Like To Paint The Way A Bird Sings.

Without The Fog, London Would Not Be A Beautiful City. It Is Fog That Gives It Its Magnificent Amplitude...its Regular And Massive Blocks Become Grandiose In That Mysterious Mantle.

Techniques Vary, Art Stays The Same; It Is A Transposition Of Nature At Once Forceful And Sensitive.

The More I Live, The More I Regret How Little I Know