Sometimes I Miss Out The

If The Weather Is Good I Go Into The Nearby Wood - There I Am Painting A Small Beech Forest (in The Sun) With A Few Conifers Mixed In. This Takes Until 8 'o Clock.

Even When I Have To Write A Simple Letter I'm Scared Stiff As If Faced With Looming Seasickness.

Whoever Wants To Know Something About Me - As An Artist Which Alone Is Significant - They Should Look Attentively At My Pictures And There Seek To Recognise What I Am And What I Want.

After Tea It's Back To Painting - A Large Poplar At Dusk With A Gathering Storm. From Time To Time Instead Of This Evening Painting Session I Go Bowling In One Of The Neighbouring Villages, But Not Very Often.

There Is Always Hope, As Long As The Canvases Are Empty.