There is always hope, as long as the canvases are empty.

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

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.

Art is a line around your thoughts.

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

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.

If the weather is good I go into the nearby wood - there I am painting a small beech forest (in the sun) with a few conifers mixed in. This takes until 8 'o clock.