The other night, as I was brushing my teeth, I realized why I paint! I am searching for the perfect brush stroke! It is mine… nobody else’s. And no-one can say that it is wrong. If I find it, I want to try to get it again. Now I have only one part of the “family suite” left – my dad as a little boy. I have to say one thing: it may look easy, but it ain’t.
