My mother Simonne Martens (part of the collage) died when I was 14. It was 1968. She had a general cancer. In those days there was simply no cure possible.
Meaning of the French words: "memories float because they are made from fresh water"
poems, some rants and art work from the dispatcher of signs and stones and editor of FRIOUR magazine
His ability to express emotions through painting is a beautiful gift. Allowing oneself to feel sadness is the most direct route through grief. His paintings feel peaceful and kind.
(STEPHEN WALKER, USA)
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