ABOUT
For art is the knowledge that makes it possible to prevent flowers from fading and loved ones from disappearing.
Rex is my perfect menkind.
The moment has come, after 16 years, 6 months, twenty hours and 10 minutes, my perfect man, having torn my heart out and ripped it out, settled inside me forever. In the place where the heart was, Rex appeared. Showing, like a fast-forwarded film, by the example of his life, that life is short and beautiful. Do not waste it in vain! Wag your tail, bite, bark, fool around, play and smile - smile more ...
Now Rex runs through the dunes among his friends - wild animals. I meet them when I come there. Hoping to feel Rex. Calling him, shouting his name, I return home alone. One day he came running to my call - I dreamed of him.
None of the many photos or videos of Rex can convey the feelings I experienced when Rex was here physically. Only looking at my plein air sketches of Rex's portrait, painted from life, does he come to life and be present here and now with me. These feelings entered the picture when I painted it, and come out when I look at it.
The pain does not subside, the tears do not dry up, but transform and dissolve with the love that Rex gave and gives me.
The lesson of his love is love!
This is the most important thing now.