Colours leap forth into the light like a river – they glow, a stream of enigmatic images. By myself a straw between my teeth, I whistle the melody of a solitary bird, a melody that echoes the distant sounds of absurdities in life. In the aroma of cedarwood from my coloured pencils I dream of letting go, of a world where everything becomes possible, to exist and dream, to taste freedom and to feel love. From here I make the invisible visible………….
They call it Art.
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