There Is Nothing That Special To See

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 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 Always Hope, As Long As The Canvases Are Empty.

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

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.