'So all around the moving air and the sea’s blue light, with points of a diamond, and the gorse incandescent beyond dark trees – countless rocks ragged or round of every colour – birds resting or flying, and the sense of a multitude of creatures living out of their minute lives …. All of this is just part of one’s life, and I want desperately to express it – not just what I see but what I feel about it and beyond it. If I paint what I see the result is deplorable. But how can one paint the warmth of the sun, the sound of the sea or the journey of a beetle across a rock or thoughts of one’s whence and whither?'