I don’t quite remember when I first started to draw or paint. But I do remember that every time I picked up a pencil, a crayon or a brush, I was transported into a world of extraordinary clarity, into a world where shapes and colors told the most interesting stories - page after page of drawing paper and canvas. Days and nights would slip away without warning. It was a feeling of pure and unfettered joy. After all these years, I still feel the same. Every time, I pick up a pencil, a crayon or a brush ... The landscape of my life is the...more
