There is no self-portrait of me.

Art is a line around your thoughts.

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

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

True relaxation, which would do me the world of good, does not exist for me.

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

Sometimes I miss out the morning's painting session and instead study my Japanese books in the open.

Although even when I am being idle I have plenty of food for thought both early and late - thoughts both about and not about art.

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.

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.

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.

There is nothing that special to see when looking at me. I'm a painter who paints day in day out, from morning till evening - figure pictures and landscapes, more rarely portraits.

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.

I have the gift of neither the spoken nor the written word, especially if I have to say something about myself or my work. Whoever wants to know something about me -as an artist, the only notable thing- ought to look carefully at my pictures and try and see in them what I am and what I want to do.

I have never painted a self-portrait. I am less interested in myself as a subject for a painting than I am in other people, above all women... There is nothing special about me. I am a painter who paints day after day from morning to night... Who ever wants to know something about me... ought to look carefully at my pictures.

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