Art evokes the mystery without which the world would not exist. If the dream is a translation of waking life, waking life is also a translation of the dream. My painting is visible images which conceal nothing… they evoke mystery and indeed when one sees one of my pictures, one asks oneself this simple question […]
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An optimist may see a light where there is none, but why must the pessimist always run to blow it out? At the time, my grandparents told my mom, “Lordy, what is Shannen doing?” Now I’ve calmed down. Common sense is the most fairly distributed thing in the world, for each one thinks he is […]