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Painting is my affection, my joy, my consolation and my tears. Painting is my success and misfortune, my effusion, devotion and confession. It is the eternal unceasing triangle composed of my thoughts, heart and canvas. Colouristic visions have penetrated my mind so deeply that I see them in my sleep. Painting brings the inexpressible blessing. I adore my profession. I never prepare a painting in advance, do not make special compositions and forms. Everything gets ripe inside my heart and bursts open spontaneously. I live for the moment. Led by emotions, I „bathe in colours“, sometimes feel like flying ... Then, something is created ...It is an extremely pleasant feeling, sometimes sending shivers up and down my back ...