“ Death is pitch-dark, but colors are light. To be a painter, one must work with rays of light. ”
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them, and that is eternity.
~ Edvard Munch
My whole life has been spent walking by the side of a bottomless chasm, jumping from stone to stone. Sometimes I try to leave my narrow path and join the swirling mainstream of life, but I always find myself drawn inexorably back towards the chasm's edge, and there I shall walk until the day I finally fall into the abyss.
Nature is not only all that is visible to the eye... it also includes the inner pictures of the soul.
Sickness, insanity and death were the angels that surrounded my cradle and they have followed me throughout my life.
