There is nothing that special to see when looking at me.
There is always hope, as long as the canvases are empty.
Sometimes I miss out the morning's painting session and instead study my Japanese books in the open.
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.
True relaxation, which would do me the world of good, does not exist for me.