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.

On my first days here I did not start work immediately but, as planned, I took it easy for a few days - flicked through books, studied Japanese art a little.

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

I have the gift of neither the spoken nor the written word, especially if I have to say something about myself or my work. Whoever wants to know something about me -as an artist, the only notable thing- ought to look carefully at my pictures and try and see in them what I am and what I want to do.

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.

Art is a line around your thoughts.