I started to paint after retiring from a career built of numbers and equations. I found beauty in them, and the creativity involved in describing real life processes with mathematics tickled my mind.
Creating a piece of art from a blank sheet of paper or canvas, on the other hand, tickles my whole being, and has awoken parts of myself I had not been fully aware of. I feel as if multiple limbs have just sprouted from my trunk so I can now climb or dive to places I couldn’t visit before.
I grew up surrounded by art. The painting on the wall opposite the head of my bed was the last thing I saw every night and the first image to reach my brain every morning. It provided a strong source of stability during the tumultuous years of adolescence.
It is a thrill to imagine that a painting of mine might become part of somebody else’s life.