What makes a man take a pencil, brush, cutter in his hands? Inner wondering of seen and heard in young age, perception of mystery of this world and trying to understand it. Everything around us − nature, human, living and inanimate − everything is a mystery.
You are finding yourself in front of an easel, trying to make somthing with faded pigments mixed with oil, which are by it light intensity not even close to the light of nature; with lines and brush strokes you are trying to make something which only will be a pale image of reality, inspite of your expectations. In the process of course you can experience joy − you are doing what you love, but most of the time the process is becoming a torture of physical and mind and result of your work is pretty far of what you imagined, of perfection.
And this process is being repeated from one painting to another, year by year. A true Artist's vocation is a hard thing and there are no rest for him. What gives him power? Walking by the same favourite paths again and again, breathing in air that makes you feel good, looking at deep blue skies and all this Cosmos is filling you with energy and life itself, and you want to capture it again − to touch a mystery!