My life started as an accident. So the parents of my parents went to talk with each other and decided that their children needed to marry a day before Christmas. My mother thought it was a big joke, she just had lost her teeth and went to the dance without. Stop. Chain Smoking. Stop.
To paint is to talk with the painting, that is what it is, all about the material, the colors, the smell and the movement. Sorry for the rest of it all, like repairing bicycles. I am good at it, but that doesn’t mean I need to do it. It is just accidental and I do not like it. My father was an amazing imitator of the biggest of Laurel and Hardy. I always forget who is who, he said ‘ good byeeee. Good byeeeeee’, when the car’s motor finally ran by the hand of the smallest.
I am a prof at anything you can think of. Lucky me my time and motivation is very limited.
And again I heard about a bonsai fanatic. A bonsai is like a child, it needs accurate care, it, he or she needs to be talked to. Every hour and every day. In short sentences. You cannot possibly be an amateur with bonsaï, because in that case they die. You can call that a disaster. That is even worse than an accident.
The 24th december 1964 was the day.
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