The doing and the undoing of the passing days remind me how fleeting life is.

The making of art is to capture all that sudden subtleness that gets lost when most of us don’t pay attention. We are so often distracted with the venalities of our present and all the nonsense it may imply, that we lose sight of most things that matter because of some self-righteous disdain.

Art there to show us the beauty of all that is and was.

It is there to allow us to understand the complexities of nature in such a simple and tender manner.

It compels us to pay attention and to feel.

It makes us experience life... is away oh so sublime.