As soon as I step into my studio, everything begins with classical music. Whether it is Chopin’s nocturnes or Beethoven’s symphonies, reality fades away, and my brush or palette knife instinctively follows the energy of the violins and piano. I find myself in a world of pure emotion, color, and movement. Only when the final note fades do I return to the “here and now.” I step back and see what has emerged: a tangible memory of the journey I have just taken in solitude.

Afb. : Vague Memories nr. VII