I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquility, that I neglect my talents. I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment; and yet I feel that I’m never a greater artist than now. I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquility, that I neglect my talents. I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment; and yet I feel that I’m never a greater artist than now.