Another World

I like to draw because it is easy and slow but never without limits/borders. Friends were always laughing at me because it wasn't valuable to them. And someone always was there to break something which I loved. But when I make pictures then I am in a world without sentiments/memories.

I remember brooks but not in reality. Only it has a nice ring to it. Who would think that still I am alive after this weak life? 

In times of childhood I was small in strength but had a strong mind, like a fox. Animals are nice and don't talk much, only parrots do. Because of that they don't lie and that is something different.

The painting below calls itself 'Napoleon'