For loneliness, worries, difficulties, the unsatisfied need for kindness and sympathy - that is what is hard to bear.

In trees, I see expression and soul

What is drawing? How does one get there? It's working one's way through an invisible iron wall that seems to stand between what one feels and what one can do. How can one get through that wall? - since hammering on it doesn't help at all. In my view, one must undermine the wall and grind through it slowly and patiently.

My sketchbook is a witness of what I am experiencing, scribbling things whenever they happen.

I am not an adventurer by choice but by fate.

Be clearly aware of the stars and infinity on high. Then life seems almost enchanted after all.

The large majority of people are asleep and do not wish to wake up.