Sometimes there are no words. There are only emotions. There are unexplained endorphin type things that happen in my head and all I can do is to give into them... and paint.
Sometimes there are no words. There are only emotions. There are unexplained endorphin type things that happen in my head and all I can do is to give into them... and paint.
About Art has always been a part of me. I vaguely remember the colouring books of my infancy in Switzerland; later, in Edinburgh, those books were substituted for my father's architectural... Read more