Well I actually don’t have anything to write about;

but since it is Sunday, and I have nothing else

to do, I can just as well

write a little. It is not so

desolate here now as it was a while ago –

a young painter Aavang from Bergen is

currently staying with me – He is very

gifted in my opinion – he will one day

make something of himself here in West Norway. You

speak of a young painter Nilsen from Nord-

land and ask, whether I know him. In-

deed I know him – has such a belief in everything

that chap, an optimist – as far as I

understood – talented as well. Spring is in full

bloom here; but I am not able to

paint – it is terribly depressing to observe

everything so resplendent and not be able

to do anything. I have received postcards

from Wik and Svarstad – they are abroad,

as You of course know – first in

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