Time seems to become more expansive the older I get. There is the linear structure of time that rules our daily life – and it seems to go way too fast!
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Freedom means to bring a work to life regardless of external opinions. However, you’re always dependent from your resources, although it’s worth noting that limitations can paradoxically fuel creativity.
Comments closedI always get the most excited when a project turns out just the way I envisioned it. Also it is a very rewarding feeling holding the finished piece in your hands after spending so many hours crafting it.
Comments closedWhen I paint, I feel like a fish in the water. To me, painting is a tool with which I can immediately sample fragments of my perception.
Comments closedMy intuition chooses, I guess. I am always trying to create a specific atmosphere – I know exactly, what I want to see in the end.
Comments closedPainting is a drug, I just fall for it. Don’t know where it began.
Comments closedWe have to keep our hearts open to one another, truly have dialogues and conversations, and remain honest.
Comments closedI feel different when I talk with my friends of the same generation about the topic of history, ancient stories, folk beliefs, and the traditional culture of Vietnam.
Comments closedFor the longest part I tried to resist being an artist as, where I am from, this wasn’t considered an actual profession.
Comments closed2023 turned out to be and still is a year of taking action.
Comments closedThe works I consider failures at first – end up being the most interesting paintings as well as moving me forward in my work.
Comments closedIf I could change the world I would raise the awareness of people, that everything is connected with the universe.
Comments closedHaving the opportunity and the privilege to show the world my inner feelings, without getting abused.
Comments closedIn 50 years, we will probably tell our grandchildren about how cold the winters were when we were their age.
Comments closedThe writer was residing in me ever since I was a little child. I remember getting my first fountain pen to write in my diary.
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