“ Nature is not only all that is visible to the eye... it also includes the inner pictures of the soul. ”
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.
Sickness, insanity and death were the angels that surrounded my cradle and they have followed me throughout my life.
Death is pitch-dark, but colors are light. To be a painter, one must work with rays of light.