Painting as it is now promises to become more subtle - more like music and less like sculpture - and above all it promises color. If only it keeps this promise.
The only time I feel alive is when I'm painting.
In trees, I see expression and soul
Both she and I have grief enough and trouble enough, but as for regrets – neither of us have any.
The sadness will last forever.
Often whole days pass without my speaking to anyone, except to ask for diner or coffee. And it has been like that form the beginning.