It happened yesterday that I looked from outside through a window in my studio. The two small watercolors on the table seemed to be strange and familiar together. I had painted them in the evenings after working at the mahogany sculpture. I remember that the green-grey portrait was done first and worked over and over again- without becoming better. The second picture with the bright colors was designed the other day and finished in one turn. No doubt my inside ’stranger‘ liked it much more. The cruel fact is that from a distance and at first glance the bright picture appears more attractive. Can we say that  nobody cares for ones chores, troubles ,dark sides?