In the beginning, it seemed like a game. Fifty years ago, my brush began to fly freely among colors, textures, and shapes, revealing a new language to me. Absorbed in the discovery, a new state of being developed within me. The contemplation of nature in my surroundings took on new meanings, beyond what my eyes could see. These are the paintings from the beginning of a long journey, and it has been so inspiring that I am willing to play the game until the end of my days.