If The World Really Looks Like That

I'm Continuing To Work Hard, Not Without Periods Of Discouragement, But My Strength Comes Back Again.

When It Is Dark, It Seems To Me As If I Were Dying, And I Can't Think Any More.

All I Did Was To Look At What The Universe Showed Me, To Let My Brush Bear Witness To It.

It's On The Strength Of Observation And Reflection That One Finds A Way. So We Must Dig And Delve Unceasingly.

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