At times it is not easy for me to take up living again.
I am not an adventurer by choice but by fate.
How lovely yellow is! It stands for the sun.
And painted portraits have a life of their own that comes from deep in the soul of the painter and where the machine can't go.
The sunflower is mine, in a way.
How right it is to love flowers and the greenery of pines and ivy and hawthorn hedges; they have been with us from the very beginning.