When I Work I Forget

I Would Like To Paint The Way A Bird Sings.

I Must Have Flowers, Always, And Always.

I Don’t Think I’m Made For Any Earthly Kind Of Pleasure.

Gardening Was Something I Learned In My Youth When I Was Unhappy. I Perhaps Owe Having Become A Painter To Flowers.

Despite My Exhaustion I Have A Devil Of A Time Getting To Sleep Because Of The Rats Above My Bed And A Pig Who Lives Beneath My Room.