| Right after the fire, Ruth Ruttimann, invited us to live with her. Her young boy Niels, who was only two and a half at the time, saw me there. Although we had never seen each other before, he threw himself upon me and hugged me, as if I were a present from God for him. It was actually the other way around; he was a present from God for me, bringing me hope. Painting title: Hope. |
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Another event brought me hope. Several days after the drama, I spotted a small green patch in our black and sorrowful garden. I looked at it in complete astonishment. This inspired me to create a whole series of large pictures extolling the world of flowers and plants growing from nothing. |