All Art Is A Memory Of Age-old

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

Color Has Got Me. I No Longer Need To Chase After It. It Has Got Me For Ever. I Know It. That Is The Meaning Of This Happy Hour.

Art Doesn't Reflect What We See; It Makes Us See.

I Still Come Closest To Success With Drawing.

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.