There is a painting
Many is lost on the way I guess. It could not be any other way for me
Its a struggle, a battle and a love story with the invisable and imaginary.
The canvas is a screen that reflects my deepest questions and doubt, my ego with all its fears and compelling hypes but also my strongest beliefs and the voice of my heart.
I am a nobody and I prefer it that way.
Only in the unwritten can true creativity exist If it exist’s. You cant say to a bucket: stop being a bucket or a mountain: stop being a mountain. We can only keep doing what we do.
if we are buckets or mountains only time will tell.
