I found this poem today:
Creating my pictures is mostly like retelling a thing or moment how beautiful and lovely it is… brush stroke by brush stroke, pencil stroke by pencil stroke… And I mostly feel that my skills and lifetime are not enough …
But “the bud stands for all things”. That’s comforting. Maybe each painting or drawing can stand for all things…
The poem describes what I do by interacting with a motive. A process, that makes me happy.
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