Although Even When I Am Being Idle

True Relaxation, Which Would Do Me The World Of Good, Does Not Exist For Me.

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.

There Is No Self-portrait Of Me.

There Is Nothing That Special To See When Looking At Me. I'm A Painter Who Paints Day In Day Out, From Morning Till Evening - Figure Pictures And Landscapes, More Rarely Portraits.