What a splendid time Woo must have had.
I made myself into an envelope into which I could thrust my work deep, lick the flap, seal it from everybody.
Inspiration is intention obeyed.
It is wonderful to feel the grandness of Canada in the raw.
Sometimes I could quit paint and take to charring. It must be fine to clean perfectly, to shine and polish and know that it could not be done better. In painting that never occurs.
You always feel when you look it straight in the eye that you could have put more into it, could have let yourself go and dug harder.