About

I draw and paint as far as I can remember. I draw before going to school, during the lessons that were too boring (which eventually included all of them), during the lunch break and as long as my eyes could stay open.

During teenagehood, painting was a way to come home. No matter the drama that unfold in my life, the moment I was lost in the process of creation, I didn’t mind what happened.

I lost this connection, though. During 15 years, I’ve been lost in the world. Working, making children.

But life had other plans; after 10 years of idle sleep, something nudged me. I ignored it. It nudged harder, I ignored again. Eventually, I fall from the 36th floor straight to the ground. I chose the hard way.

I’m now on the way back home, and back to drawing. I don’t know why I draw, I don’t know where the inspiration comes from. I’m tired to swim against the current, then I surrender and follow the river. Ask the river where it goes.

If all of this makes no sense to you, leave it be. Enjoy the pictures.

For those who read between the lines, let’s meet for a coffee on this wonderful journey!

You can visit my photoblog, if you wish.