Art is a line around your thoughts.

I can paint and draw. I believe this myself and a few other people say that they believe this too. But I'm not certain of whether it's true.

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.

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.

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.

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

Even when I have to write a simple letter I'm scared stiff as if faced with looming seasickness.