No one likes you, but everyone loves you!

Getting into a wrestling match with you - your wild mental lupos

The mind often gets the upper hand, it's bad when the will gets into the ring too.

To wrestle with your often wounded pride - too little recognition for your work - I can't help it.

And yet no one can forget the power that emanates from your pictures - you cannot be forgotten.

Whipped up by the often hard strokes, caught in the warm bath of color.

Gently reconciled with life, caressed by the wonderful shades of pink.

Well dosed - never faltering - moving.

Knowledge flows, opens up - your knowledge.

Your bow is always taut, the images resting in themselves and yet excited.

My source of strength.

You, who touch me when I see your pictures.

Masterpieces