This is the painting made as a reflection on the beginning of life. There is a primal energy, depicted here as an egg, in which something indistinct is swirling, ready to take any form. The life-creating energy (nature, force) is represented here symbolically by the orange figure of a dancing woman. She begins her dance, and lightning flashes, thunder rumbles. Infused with this dance, this power, sprouts begin to grow in all directions. They grow stronger, produce more and more leaves, prepare to become grass and trees and all forms of life.

This man has a dream; a burning desire to fly. He researched everything about birds that he could find, both in the realms of science, aesthetics, spirituality, superstition and myth. He has put megaliths, pyramids, aqueducts behind him, amongst everything that symbolises comprehension of past experiences. Now he’s standing at the edge of a cliff, deciding – is he really sure of his knowledge? Is he sure enough to jump?

This painting is about thinking. The thoughts that arise in the mind are drawn in the shape of stones. Sometimes they seem heavy, sometimes they form bizarre chains. They intersect, intertwine, become weightless. They form intricate staircases that lead upwards. They seem motionless and moving in space at the same time.
This evoked an association with Japanese gardens. Calm reflection and ordering of one’s thoughts. Thoughts are like a garden. The roots of the blooming Sakura tree ? the face ? connect what’s below with what’s above. Magical birds have inhabited this garden and are now observing.