.'m A soldier in the front line for My Art.
., it brings me hot and cold, joy and sorrow ... drags me over open fields and on admissions to hell. My art has meaning and matter, sculpts and imagine ... you inhale and swallow, there are no rules that are at the forefront of myself. I fight and I'm inside it, I do not produce oil paintings, and colors, are already in me, and as a soldier in this war without end ... as the last of the soldiers to obey my instincts.
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