I am still an abstract painter. All my mental images are in abstract form without any obvious associations with everyday objects. So I have no choice but to paint this way.

If you want to get close to the psyches of the person who has painted these pictures, know that these images are the result of random and haphazard events crafted in her mind; they possess no clear source or origin. If, on the other hand, you depart from my vision – and we are all free to do so – you can see images that envision air, water and more.

Let’s forgo the subject of association; then at least you and I can agree on the sensations we fell when we “see” nature. I do not distance myself from nature in order to paint it as landscape, instead, I make my feelings visible from within nature.

A colorful space which bears a sense of nature, crafts a question for me. From that moment on, I must unravel it, simplify it, re-create it, and continue doings so until I resolve the question.

I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil existence, that I neglect my talents. I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment; and yet I feel that I never was a greater artist than now. When, while the lovely valley teems with vapour around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the impenetrable foliage of my trees.I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream; and, as I lie close to the earth, a thousand unknown plants are noticed by me: when I hear the buzz of the little world among the stalks, and grow familiar with the countless indescribable forms of the insects and flies, then I feel the presence of the Almighty, who formed us in his own image, and the breath