I Am More A Friend Of Art

The Awareness Of Our Own Strength Makes Us Modest.

My Nervous System Is Very Much Weakened - Nothing But Painting In Oil Can Keep Me Going.

If Isolation Tempers The Strong, It Is The Stumbling-block Of The Uncertain.

Here, On The River's Verge, I Could Be Busy For Months Without Changing My Place, Simply Leaning A Little More To Right Or Left.

Perhaps I Was Born Too Early. I Was More The Painter Of Your Generation Than Of Mine.