Bela Tarr

I went for an afternoon coffee with my sister and we accidentally sat next to Bela Tarr. He was just having beer and sat alone for awhile but then he met with some… Read More →

Poem

The other day my mom told me that she “harbors” a poem which I wrote on my sixteenth birthday or something, and that now she feels the time has come I hear it… Read More →

Portrait of my grandfather

When I first started painting the portrait of my grandfather a whole year had already passed since he had died. My father insisted that I do a portrait of him and the two… Read More →