Once I met an old man with money.
I let him speak of his achievements, of how interesting his life was.
I knew he wanted to communicate something.
By words he had all he needed,
by words he was an example to imitate.
What I saw was a huge house hiding a poor lonely man,
the spontaneity was traded long time ago,
it was too late to go back.
We don’t communicate with words, but with our actions.
Everyday we clearly show to the world who we are,
nothing… Nothing is hidden.
We don’t need to be old to be wise,
we don’t need money to be rich.
– Burnin’ god –
Mixed media on canvas
70x50x4cm
2012
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