AQUARELLE DREAMS ?...
I wish I could express myself in the multi coloured language of the poet. He who celebrates his freedom in water on aquarel paper, and each time from whom, a poem made of warmth and colour emerges, astonished, to bear witness to the light. Such feelings rise, to transport my heart into singing and thus do I find the courage to examine them with every new creation. Day and night they chase me, these transparent pastel tints; mixing themselves sensitively into an intimate mood, while I untiring seek for a new destination.
Vulnerable and free, the lead gentle lives, as their radiant pigments conjure up sensual reflection of astounding beauty upon the wetness of the paper. How the sweetness of the water trickles with te mix of colours on the palette, and spreads them upon the unruly sheet, thus have I loved so tenderly. As if by some miracle I am witnessing a jubilant radiant adventure; a spectacular play in paint and water that captures form out of accident, and has those bizarre splotches which invite my escape into fantasy and dream, over and over.
This fascinating water story compels me into spontaneous movement, which manifests as full pride, impulsively driven by splashes of paint.
Why should I care ? The truth is in the will to be honest and to feel happiness from seeing a sheet full of imagination.
Where does this passion lead us ? To experience our happiness and freedom during the trip through and enchanted world, which sparkles and gives of itself twice, to whom so ever has both the mastership and the masterly experience to limit themselves, to create from an aquarelle without limits.