My diminished painting output reached its minimum, just two spontaneous paintings whose action are happening high in the sky. Expressing my imagined outer space gave me a sense of freedom, like flying high and grasping deeply fresh air, I longed for.
My naive representation of the black hole and surrounding, in Cosmic Happenings,
inspired by reading Tyson’s book, made me forget about my daily tension, chasing unattainable perfection, in following Ceramica book
progress on its way to be published. In Sky Magics
I imagined breath taking away, dynamic events of incredible color, realizing how complementary are all my activities and how happy I must be to practice, both, painting, and writing.