As a baby boy I had two wishes. I wanted to be a painter, I wanted to be a Casanova. I was dreaming that I am a pianist. I can fly through the green forest, to love the bright autumn leaves.

as the first grade I won first prize, my work is exposed.

As a young boy I knew my way, I want to build, to be an architect. same passion held me today, I had no luck, I can see that architecture i need is not required from minority. Drawing is my speech. Drawing is the language of others. The colors are part of the mystical assembly, the colors are heralds of the distance.

Today I believe in the soul of Albert Ayler , I step on the road to excessive aesthetics, fast painter is a product of: goodness, vagrancy and of a contemporary observations.

History of painting was not written by the winners, but with the lines and colors

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