If my teeth were long enough, i would jump off the picture, do you see your bones crunch, blood licking from your face?

How many spots does a cow have? Why are dad’s ears hairy? What did Stefan the dog eat the sock for? That’s the thing… this childlike curiosity. Cheerful and direct. In my art I look for the answers to seemingly simple, yet not simplistic questions. The questions asked by an inner child. Everyone has one. Regardless how old you are, this child is always with you and it asks, and asks, and asks… but you’re stuck in the rut, too busy dealing with matter, and you no longer hear it. Still, down there inside, silently and quietly, someone forgotten squeaks whispering soundlessly. I lend my heart. Slowly, without haste. I listen carefully. In silence. I don’t judge. My hand starts to create all by itself. Colorfully and lightly, with fun and melancholy, simply and naïve. Reaching deep to the truth. It tells the story of hidden childish dreams, of the naïve joy drawn from little things around. Of happiness.