In the little box, I had to learn the law of impermanence to accept the progressive and regular destruction of what was created there. Fortunately, there is another box inside the little box. Inside me. This one is magical. When I open it, I find the idea of ​​infinity, a strange and changing world. I like to get lost there so I find myself. Over the years, I have learned how it works. To make the job keep progressing, you need enough hope and despair, energy and fatigue, abandonment and persistence. What I discovered there is indescribable. Let's try though: ​

First, make it. Then, take a step back, observe the result, try to find a meaning, name it. Sad light, misleading colors, fawn masks and short lived contentment. cathartic darkness, saving depth. Open wounds, faults and scars poorly