There Is No Blue Without

I Often Think Of You All, One Cannot Do What One Wants In Life. The More You Feel Attached To A Spot, The More Ruthlessly You Are Compelled To Leave It, But The Memories Remain, And One Remembers - As In A Looking Glass, Darkly - One's Absent Friends.

My Sketchbook Is A Witness Of What I Am Experiencing, Scribbling Things Whenever They Happen.

I Believe It Is One's Duty To Paint The Rich And Magnificent Aspects Of Nature. We Need Gaiety And Happiness, Hope And Love.

Still, There Is A Calm, Pure Harmony, And Music Inside Of Me.

Oh! I Must Somehow Manage To Do A Figure In A Few Strokes.