Who Am I?
Who am I? That is the essential question, the reason we are here. Can we ever truly know someone, even our own self? People say—and I’m quite willing to believe it—that it’s difficult to know oneself, but it’s not easy to paint oneself either, and I’ve managed to do that quite a few times.
It’s a rather sad prospect to have to say to myself that the painting I do will perhaps never have any value, but I’ve collected a few here for you to enjoy nonetheless. And I do hope you enjoy them.
Ever yours,
Vince
Where am I?
I’ve retired to the countryside, where the air is fresh and the fields are vast.