Like most of us I clean. Clean the house, wash the dishes, do that everyday stuff… but today I am cleaning up all my paintings hanging around on the walls, standing, lying… just being around me, and I remember the time I created everyone of them. Really… in fact I can surprise myself…

asking: did I paint that?

So here comes my new question: how much do we know ourselves?

Why sometimes we are the biggest surprise for… us!?

How crazy is that? We try to know better the past, history, new improvements… but we forget to in fact look deep into ourselves…

But maybe it is just to scary to know who or what we are?