This photo was picked from my archives. It was the real discovery… the shot is old already, but it talks till now. The picture as comforted me again, so warned of the blindness that will come inescapably in case I will start enjoy my own works. If we focus on ourselves, the tears appear inescapably – a look at a mirror convinces of the past of the youth and makes prior passions the weeping memoirs that distorts the truth). The artist who enjoys his pictures sees just himself and that is the disability.
Life reminded me of the statement:
“Happiness is like a kiss. You must share it to enjoy it.”
However, what do we do in the concrete? What do you think? Please have a look at the wish for blossom out
