A book found by chance on a Library shelf attracted my attention. It brought me closer to understand a page of American history of the beginning of 20th century, when, during the Yukon Klondike Gold Rush,
young and old Americans risked their life on frozen slopes of Alaska, dreaming to find gold and enrich themselves. It inspired three paintings and many thoughts about human drives and destiny.
Out of nowhere, my doctor looking at my mammogram found something suspicious and wanted to investigate. It brought a shade in my relaxed mood and it was reflected in my paintings on paper which got appropriate titles: Worries, Tension, Aggression, and Biopsy. The last procedure cleared the doubts and my mood returned to normal.
Summertime revived in my memory the task I had as a 6th grader to catch insects and present them dead, pierced with a needle to my teacher of Natural Science. It seemed to me so cruel, at first, I could not do it, I cried. Later, following my colleagues, I did it without pain, tears, and regrets. My first reaction was genuine, humane and should have been preserved and cultivated. It was plain wrong to teach children to catch and kill and become insensitive generate pain and suffering.
The Puzzle is a spontaneous painting triggered by holding in my hand a brand new, extremely thin brush, exercising to discover how can I use it. Amazing, my exercise inspired its name.