Le soleil, le foyer de tendresse et de vie, verse l'amour brûlant à la terre ravie.

The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider's web.

你越诚实，越开放，你的恐惧就会越少。

我们都在阴沟里，但仍有人仰望星空。