"When I was younger, I fell in love with this incredible girl, who, amongst other things, had a gift for arts. I became obsessed with her. I could not stop writing about her. Helpless. She enjoyed that somehow.
A few years later, she died.
The muse lived on. My obsession turned into crystallization. And the years passed. Other muses. I abandoned writing and tried out painting. As a novice. With no other ambition than to give emotions a piece of eternity. To get to the bottom of those dreams that I can't remember. Still helpless. But now, I am enjoying it."