A Drawing Is Simply A Line Going

There Is No Substitute For Intuition.

...a Long Struggle Lies In Store For Me In This Field Of Color.

All Is Well With Me. The Rain Doesn't Reach Me, My Room Is Well Heated, What More Can One Ask For? There's No Shortage Of Work, Either.

I Have A Clear View Of 12 Years Of History Of My Inner Self. First The Cramped Self, That Self With Big Blinkers, Then The Disappearance Of The Blinkers And The Self, Now Gradually The Reemergence Of A Self Without Blinkers.

Color And I Are One. I Am A Painter.