It happened suddenly, that from a magnificent sunset I saw a fierce battle for survival between opposing energies. The anxiety and the orange of the sunset brought me to Munch’s scream.
When I walked alone on my mountains I clearly saw a big winged dog riding on his cloud. So what? What did winged dog want to tell me about? Maybe, that even in a shitty day there’s a winged dog upon in the sky that makes you smile, and be happy. So this is for me art: make the people feel good, with one cloud.