Art and loss

On the bus from the hospital I realised that we paint in order to fix the world a little; because we are always in loss, we try to save something.

Art is what we try to retrieve from the endless experience of losing.

We lose our childhoods and don’t mind too much because we feel we are moving to a better place; we see only gain. We lose our mothers, our childhood carefree moments, the summers, the endless time, we lose our fearlessness, which is not the same as gaining fear.