"When I first looked at them... I lost it. How many hidden worlds, how many emotions, how much more simplicity, innocence, immediacy, dignity, truth, exist within us that seek to come out, to dance in the light, to breathe... To live.
The lines are instinctive, complete with a single stroke, the color pure, vibrant, without tangled mixtures, freeing us with rounded and effortless emotions, canceling defenses, flourishes, ornaments, and lies. Could I perhaps accompany the works in the same way, with the word "single stroke," and make it a "cinema program" that gives us such a small idea of the work... The work of life!
P.S. All is well... But how did she see, so redemptively, in the last work, death? Perhaps when life has preceded it... It becomes like that."