The sailor Painting

As a writer, I discovered that behind every word is an idea. And ideas are different, because humans are different. However, despite this tremendous diversity of cultures, feelings are identical. We, humans, cry with the same tears, we laugh with the same sounds and we share the same love. And this is the power of an artist. Through colour and form, he create feelings not for a distinct language, not for a distinct culture, but for the entire humanity. That's why I love and I deeply respect all the artists, beginning with those cave and rock painters 30.000 years ago, ending with those who right now, all over the world, put a part of their soul on a paper or canvas. You are the heart of our beautiful and complex organism, the human specie. Be proud of what you are. I am not considering myself an artist. I am basically a peasant, sometimes a writer, a thinker, a hard worker, a father or a husband. I am a tiny grain of conscience, with feelings and hopes. I love you.