There Is No Self-portrait Of Me.

Even When I Have To Write A Simple Letter I'm Scared Stiff As If Faced With Looming Seasickness.

There Is Nothing That Special To See When Looking At Me.

I Have The Gift Of Neither The Spoken Nor The Written Word, Especially If I Have To Say Something About Myself Or My Work. Whoever Wants To Know Something About Me -as An Artist, The Only Notable Thing- Ought To Look Carefully At My Pictures And Try And See In Them What I Am And What I Want To Do.

There Is No Self-portrait Of Me.

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