我放弃了战斗:让我有个结局,有个隐秘的角落。我想被遗忘,甚至被上帝遗忘。
I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God.
The artist is the confidant of nature, flowers carry on dialogues with him through the graceful bending of their stems and the harmoniously tinted nuances of their blossoms.
The future of forestry lies in balancing economic growth with ecological preservation.
Art can be a form of resistance.