The Never-ending Story of Painting

Something I absolutely love about painting, is that I know that I will learn more every time for the rest of my life. There is never-ending possibility of discovery. It’s like an excellent book that has no end, and the characters keep growing and evolving and the plot refines page after page. 

And I never get to the most dreaded part of an excellent book: when I can feel in my right hand only a few pages left. And I know that this great adventure has to come to an end. None of that here. 

Of course, every adventure has an end. But I like to think that painting will be my companion until the adventure of my life stops. At least, I know it has the potential to. And the rest is up to me.