26 days and nights of Africa. In contrast of my pre-departure imagination, they were days of calm rhythm of life. Nothing is dramatic. The world is simply living on, hunting is part of necessity, no greed, no judgement. Under the same divine illuminating light, we are all equal and integrated into one.
Back from Africa, back to my normal city life, the moments when I am drowning in the sea of anticipations in my brain, I lie on the ground and search for the divine light above and within. Yes I have those moments, of course I do. I don't work on every piece of painting with great clarity. I work on them as me. The person often chaotic, sensitive, imperfect .. and that is ok. That is part of me, the part allowed, accepted and respected, by me, as part of my work represents. Learning to live within my own rhythm is going to be a very long journey and I allow myself to fail at times so long as I don’t give up. In the end, art to me is a way of expression, I remain honest, with professionalism.