The earthly brain with its earthly senses strives only to reach cognition. In vain, though. Not even two lifetimes are enough for the mind to become familiar with the suffering of life, love, faith, the universe.

What we do not know are thousands more than what we know.

Our soul, however, is infinitely divine, bound to all the souls of the living.

Art is the red thread of the labyrinth. Unfolding it, we pass through unknown places, invisible rooms, dimly lit, up until the bright exit which is an entrance at the same time. Life and death are like inhalation and exhalation. As long as we hold onto our breath, the images inside us live on a whole eternity. Memories of beauty, beloved faces. The figures which never lose their intensity.

In this fast paced era, I feel deep inside the need to resist to those trends which strive to break the barriers of values and of dreams.