

This was the most horrible summer i can remember. It RAINED like hell and then it RAINED some more. This was one of the few days we were able to get out into the sun. Marko rowed me around the beautiful lake while i played the ukulele for him.
“When I am in a painting, I'm not aware of what I'm doing. It is only after a sort of 'get acquainted' period that I see what I have been about. I have no fears about making changes, destroying the image, etc, because the painting has a life of its own. I try to let it come through. It is only when I lose contact with the painting that the result is a mess. Otherwise there is pure harmony, an easy give and take, and the painting comes out well.”
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