Contemporary Art

I Am So Happy, My Dear Friend, So Absorbed In The Exquisite Sense Of Mere Tranquil Existence, That I Neglect My Talents. I Should Be Incapable Of Drawing A Single Stroke At The Present Moment; And Yet I Feel That I Never Was A Greater Artist Than Now. teems with vapour around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper valley teems with vapour around me