3 paintings in a month.
You and I could easily take 300 photos in a week.
Yet even a single painting would test my resolve in ways photography never did.
But why go through all this trouble?
Why not get a proper job, follow the rest, retire in peace?
It’s not an easy question to answer, but please understand this: when the journey ends for every piece, we leave our initials – not because it looks cool, but because we are not a nobody. We were here, and once upon a time we lived and left a mark.
We leave our initials the way we leave footprints in the sand, and wish the inevitable tides of time would never wash them away.