Colour is my day-long obsession, joy and torment.
It really is appallingly difficult to do something which is complete in every respect and I think most people are content with mere approximations. But I intend to battle on, scrape off and start again. I would love to paint the way a bird sings.
I am following Nature without being able to grasp her. I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.
I like to paint as a bird sings.
It would be asking too much to sell only to connoiseurs – that way starvation lies.