So many people say painting is fun. I don't find it fun at all. It's hard work for me.
I trust Winsor and Newton and I paint directly upon it.
The question of the value of nationality in art is perhaps unsolvable.
Well, I've always been interested in approaching a big city in a train, and I can't exactly describe the sensations, but they're entirely human and perhaps have nothing to do with aesthetics.
There is a sort of elation about sunlight on the upper part of a house.
There will be, I think, an attempt to grasp again the surprise and accidents of nature and a more intimate and sympathetic study of its moods, together with a renewed wonder and humility on the part of such as are still capable of these basic reactions.