Art Is A Line Around Your Thoughts.

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 Nothing That Special To See When Looking At Me.

I Can Paint And Draw. I Believe This Myself And A Few Other People Say That They Believe This Too. But I'm Not Certain Of Whether It's True.

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.

I Have Never Painted A Self-portrait. I Am Less Interested In Myself As A Subject For A Painting Than I Am In Other People, Above All Women... There Is Nothing Special About Me. I Am A Painter Who Paints Day After Day From Morning To Night... Who Ever Wants To Know Something About Me... Ought To Look Carefully At My Pictures.