of all my efforts this here nothing remains but howls from paris which penetrate here and discourage me to such a degree that i dare not paint any more than a drag my old body along the shore of look would do in the bleak north wind a kind of clear i make a few studies but my soul is absent i just mournfully regarding the pit which gapes in front of it. go was in bitters he found no comfort. not in the admiration of his young disciples who included post seriously and the future artists group. nor in the recognition he received from miami and the symbolist poet who regarded him as an extraordinary artist and one of their spokesman.