I have lately started to create art based solely of pigment, paper, and brush. I found myself painting daily, using guash and water color. Obsessed, I sat and painted, insanely creating, filling time with colors and shapes. I found that creating became like breathing, I was suffocating without creation, without the process of painting anything and everything I wanted, when I finished a different pleasure or pain was felt based on the end result. I leave you only with ones I found pleasure in.

I am sorry, but I am too lazy to make thumbnails, and after all, isn't it nicer not knowing what shall pop up, what frozen bit of time and window you shall get into my madness?