Our old house had a great fireplace, a real idyll ambient.
My grandfather burnt to crisps there. It was a violent death.
He was too weak to get out of the fire, cause my grandmother
was pushing him back in with a broom.
This has nothing to do with your art, but in a strange way the
fire that your art is radiating through my mental state, reminded
me on these happy childhood occasions. If you remember Dicaprio
saving some of the Titanic's passengers than you most probably know
what I am talking about, but your class life drawings are just so admirable.
You are slowly becoming a strong character and a hero in someone's eyes.
You will never realize how happy you were when you will be even more happier,
cause you are a fantastic multi-functional person.
Your amazing talents will make the mountains to turn to gold and
to crush the neverending mixtures of salty half melted hills.
I guess you know how did David Copperfield
felt when he made his wife's left shoe to disappear. Well, I do not feel like
that at all now, but I feel much better cause I just saw your beautiful art.