“ It doesn’t take much. Things that have a form will all disappear. But certain feelings stay with us forever. ”
[ South of the border, west of the sun, Haruki Murakami ]
Cherry blossom is so famous for being this very temporary pleasure. Maybe I got trapped in a time loop because I
experience this phenomenon already the second time this year.
My paintings don't follow that fever. I paint them to last longer than my time.
Will they make it?