There Is No Model, There

My Nervous System Is Enfeebled, Only Work In Oils Can Sustain Me.

Two Sittings A Day Of My Models And I'm Totally Exhausted.

It Is Impossible For Emotion Not To Come On Us In Thinking Of That Time Now Flowed Away.

I Am Progressing Very Slowly, For Nature Reveals Herself To Me In Very Complex Forms; And The Progress Needed Is Incessant.

Right Now A Moment Of Time Is Fleeting By! Capture Its Reality In Paint! To Do That We Must Put All Else Out Of Our Minds. We Must Become That Moment, Make Ourselves A Sensitive Recording Plate...give The Image Of What We Actually See, Forgetting Everything That Has Been Seen Before Our Time.