Friday, 12 August 1881

You perhaps think I have decided something! I can do nothing! I have the dreadful certainty of my own incapacity! Breslau’s paintings pass before my eyes and I can undertake nothing! It has been more than a month, counting the time lost in travelling, that I have done nothing! I cannot even imagine myself working — I am horrified in advance at the talentless, dry, cold things I shall produce.
It is odious — I can do nothing!
And everything conspires against me. I give up the picture and decide to paint Oelsnitz, but she leaves in two days. So I go looking for a model, and find none. Then I hurry to Julia’s; she cannot pose until Monday. I turn to the concierge’s little girl, but she still has three days of school. Well... If only there were someone else, but I am all alone; surroundings count for so much! And when I am not alone I am with beings who understand nothing of all this. Ah! how happy Breslau is. I am growing stupid from not exchanging three words a day. My aunt irritates me if she so much as asks whether I am not hungry, or what I mean to do with the day.
Well, the reason is probably that I am ill. No — rather led astray, dazed, stunned where painting is concerned.
So I go to see Amanda (!) — who is working in the courtyard of her house at Issy! It does me good, even though she is not artist enough to really put new heart into me — no matter, it revives me, and I come home resolved to do this wretched picture.