I did not answer it I wondered, but rather answers to questions I had not yet thought of. Perhaps it is also the case in the face of the images. I remember luminous figures, riders, winged beings and centaurs, as from another dimension,
putting footprints in the semi-wet canvases that are stretched on the floor. You are characterized by a clenched energy. One feels almost physically that you now feel it is time to fight back. Not least against critics who claimed that you have been too superficial. You feel sore.
If you are painting a picture of a horse, you do not know what it will be in advance. You have to let go and let the feelings go. The more insecure, And clumsy you are and less control you have, the better is the horse.
You do not live with a lot of people as before, and you cannot get the same contact with people and you do not understand in the same way. Instead, you live closer to the pictures, and you think more than you paint.
It's important how one looks or maybe not, but I look pretty good now. I do not enjoy as much as before, although I paint a few hours each day. And I forget a lot. But there is also good, in a sense, so I will not have to fill my head with so much. And I'm not talking as much as before.