“There may be a great fire in our soul, yet no one ever comes to warm himself at it, and the passers-by see only a wisp of smoke.” Vincent van Gogh

I made this painting almost 2 years ago.It's kinda impossible for me to describe why i make a painting or to find the spacific thoughts that make me create an image in my mind...it's just a restless feeling that spark into me and the only way to avoid a fire is to transform the spark into lines and colours on a paper...