There are only two great inspirations in art, death and love. It is well known truth, but each time I discover the power of it I am amazed. Maybe because normally I am
amazed by less emotive things. Now I feel touched by surrounding pain and deeply fascinated by beauty which occurred every little moment. The mixture between is addicting and goes inside the bones. This is how the recent pictures come into their being. I can only add that from the art way I was mainly inspired by post mortem photos of young women and children from the XIXth century and by gloomy compositions of fenomenal Clint Mansell.
