On this day, seven years ago, I lost my brother in a motorcycle accident. I miss him [a lot]. I wonder how his life would be now, what he would be doing, how proud he would be to know i´m following my heart and my dreams, choosing the not so easy path of painting for a living.

This painting has something to do with moments that will not be lived. It´s called Velhice (aging, aeldredom) and it was a guess about how my life would be if my marriage continued. Different perspectives and tastes would lead us to different doors? A life together, but separately? Unecessary noise, self imposed silence? Getting fat and old, collecting patches of colors that I would never live myself. The easy path, but not so easy after all. Life is a matter of choice. Fortunately I can see that now and choose self love, self steem, self awareness… happyness.

I can choose what I want.

I know what I miss.

And life goes on. Painting and wondering on a lazy, cold and lonely sunday morning.