5 May 2014


All human beings have a deep longing to create. Like Pablo Picasso said – I would (…) paint my pictures with my wet tongue on the dusty floor of my cell.

I think we all want to make our mark on the world. We want to be unique. We want to make something of our lives that no one else can. And there is something primal about dipping fingers into paint and smearing it onto a canvas; sanding wood until its lines become visible and its edges smooth; spreading mud or clay onto the ground in a pattern.  

Last night, I took out my long-forgotten sketch pad and charcoal crayons. I had the urge to draw again and to smear my charcoal-stained fingers onto paper and create an image. It was of a woman with wild hair and a wild heart.