It is difficult to know oneself, but it isn't easy to paint oneself either.
The heart of man is very much like the sea, it has its storms, it has its tides and in its depths it has its pearls too
What molting time is to birds, so adversity or misfortune is ... for us humans.
It is the language of nature to which one has to listen.
What preys on my mind is simply this one question: what am I good for, could I not be of service or use in some way?
My sketchbook is a witness of what I am experiencing, scribbling things whenever they happen.