True relaxation, which would do me the world of good, does not exist for me.

True relaxation, which would do me the world of good, does not exist for me.

Although even when I am being idle I have plenty of food for thought both early and late - thoughts both about and not about art.

Sometimes I miss out the morning's painting session and instead study my Japanese books in the open.

After tea it's back to painting - a large poplar at dusk with a gathering storm. From time to time instead of this evening painting session I go bowling in one of the neighbouring villages, but not very often.

There is no self-portrait of me.

There is nothing that special to see when looking at me.