To paint is, above all, an act of love, total surrender, permanent fascination and complicity. Just as happens with the wind, you can experience either still or intense passion days, but the emotion is always there.

To “catch” the wind is something many pursue. However, only the truly and justly recognized can dominate it. It is at the reach of only a few and reserved for those who are immortalised by their masterpiece.

But, running after it, trying to get hold of it, experiencing the joy of having your hand taken by a superior force, which you intensely attempt to understand and control, is magic, only possible for those who cast themselves in the arms of a love we wish to last forever.

My endeavour is to enter the desire of its arms. .............aaa Surely, listening to J’Arrive, by Jacques Brel, with Van Gogh’s “Crows on a wheat field” as backdrop.

With all my might, I shall paint, I promise!