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Lo scrivo anche in italiano perché credo suoni molto meglio: A volte mi chiedono quale messaggio ci sia nei miei dipinti. La verità è che non ne cerco uno. Non sento l’obbligo di spiegare qualcosa con la pittura. Ma allo stesso tempo non voglio che un mio quadro sia solo una decorazione appesa a una parete. Quello che spero davvero è più semplice. Vorrei che davanti a un mio dipinto qualcuno si fermasse un attimo. Che sentisse una piccola calma interiore. E magari, senza sapere perché, anche un filo di speranza. Se succede questo, anche solo per pochi secondi, allora la pittura ha già fatto abbastanza.