That’s my first english poetry
I don’t know the sureness but I’m not unique, I’m not the only one. We’re students and the lesson is never ending. We ‘re the masters without certitude. We ‘re a couple of eyes of the universe even if they are almost always blind. We need more light to find the right lock, even if we, I, have the key.
The first encounter to the lock.
I was meeting the Mark Boston in Chisholme house (Hawick, Scotland). He is a brilliant artist. He was working in the Loving Vincent, the film.
I feel a truth inspiration with him work art.