Art is ephemeral yet eternal, it enriches our spirit but shrinks our pocket, drains our energy but nourishes our soul. It is a contradiction, as contradictory as any human being yet despite all I cannot help loving it – I feel it, I live it and I suffer it. The journey I make as an artist follows the journey I make through life. You could say that it is my way of keeping a diary – a diary where I write poems in colour which reflect the colour of my feelings and emotions, frustrations and sins. It sets me free, gives me a space where chaos rearranges itself into order and complex thoughts become simple.