Painting is my playground, where I feel free. The moment I pick up the pen, I am in the center of both time and space. The outside world is behind the glass; neither sounds nor images… I have neither age nor name; Free from all adjectives, I set out the way I feel. Sometimes with a familiar face, sometimes with a stranger or on an alley… I am drifting from color to color, sometimes I take a breather in the serenity of black and white. Sounds are muffled, images are blurred. I'm playing my game.
