30/05/2009

Today I opened a box...

In this box, there was paintings and drawnings on paper I made between 1992 and 2003. Those artwork escaped to destroying, the day I burned all my artwork. 6 years that they were enclosed, that I didn't open the box. It was strange for me to see those paintings, me who stopped to paint. Interesting to see in a lot of them something about the eye, this topic I still work in my actual work...

They are a memory...something from the past...something I don't want to look back so much. About art, about life, about love, I don't want to build memories where I will live about yesterday things. I am alive, I just want to make all stay alive, just my art, my life, my love being in the present, just do all to be fully alive every single day of my life and absolutly not to be hidden in my past... What is exciting about life is not what was done but much more what will be done...and there is so much again to do..so much...