Even when I have to write a simple letter I'm scared stiff as if faced with looming seasickness.
There is always hope, as long as the canvases are empty.
True relaxation, which would do me the world of good, does not exist for me.
There is no self-portrait of me.
Whoever wants to know something about me - as an artist which alone is significant - they should look attentively at my pictures and there seek to recognise what I am and what I want.
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.