I have been painting in the brightest of colours. Red, blue, mauve. This time spring has hit me hard. I have been dazzled. Been painting like insane. Used up all my stock of canvas. Must have visited over eight times to the art store to get paint. My paintings are thick impasto. All juicy. Nothing overburdened with forced intellect. Pure colours and pure joy. I now know why the Impressionists were mad with happiness.
