My Only Desire Is An

I'm In Fine Fettle And Fired With A Desire To Paint.

I Still Don't Know Where I Am Going To Sleep Tomorrow.

The Creditors Are Proving Impossible To Deal With And Short Of A Sudden Appearance On The Scene Of Wealthy Art Patrons, We Are Going To Be Turned Out Of This Dear Little House Where I Led A Simple Life And Was Able To Work So Well. I Do Not Know What Will Become Of Us.

Despite My Extremely Modest Prices, Dealers And Art Lovers Are Turning Their Backs On Me. It Is Very Depressing To See The Lack Of Interest Shown In An Art Object Which Has No Market Value.

For Almost Two Months Now I've Been Struggling Away With No Result.