In many cases, the solution is not found in the old but rather in discovering the new.
It is impossible that those who can combine words cannot read a book.
I do not look back at the past; otherwise, I might find myself facing the future with my back.
Sometimes, things have a way of resolving themselves by themselves, and everything will be fine, for me this time.
To me, handwriting is like freshly mown grass; it is a space for meditation, a place for my eyes to rest, and the site of the new tomorrow.
The great dream for my little composition has already come true.
Every detail in my work contains a surprise.
The sooty black, soft as music, will play with the exciting white,
like a chilly morning in a wild garden.
I believe in what I want…
And now, my imagination enters the white void.
(in the hot summer sun 2014)