My longing for happiness is molded into the harmonious movement of children, a silent embrace, or a pastoral landscape.

They say there is only one pretty child in the world, and every grandfather has them. This sentiment takes on a deeper meaning when distance separates us.

Even when they are far away—at the other end of the world—I feel them close to my heart.

Through rivers of color, I bring them from my imagination onto the canvas. No matter the distance, as long as there is love, they are always close.