is actually a continuation, because last spring I picked up the brush and pencils, chalk whatever was at hand and started to make art again. Sitting on the floor watching my hands move the colours around, I loose the notion of time and space. This state of mind is a drug, enticing me to over and over again trying to find the means to express what I “saw” and “felt”. Even though I struggle each and every time I am usually happy to see the final result. Sometimes it is far from my vision and a real struggle to discover but it is always representing at least one tiny angle of what I “saw”.