The magic of the universe
I always daydream:
is the starting point.
I often experiment through painting:
it is the realization of the imaginary.
These works are born as the colorful matryoshkas,
inserting one into the other,
like a great mother to the last, the seed.
From the seed, as if by magic, everything is born, evolves, dies.
Uninterrupted The life cycle repeats itself.
And so, since the dawn of time,
man like a phoenix falls, gets up, is reborn
to then get lost in a floating dance in the universe.