Chasing Rousseau...

A life is full of memories and happenings it is hard for an outsider to imagine everything that goes through a single mind one single day, not to meantion a whole life. Authors through all ages have tried to fathom the labyrinth of emotions that a human being experiences, and I am there now.

Writing my book is a labour of love, yet it tears when I come to a sudden halt sometimes, like now, finding myself face to face with Delacroix' boyhood, wondering which elements of his daily life where the hardest to cope with.

Did he find his chores unbearable like kids today, did he long for freedom like kids today, did he read poetry, how come he was influenced by Rousseau, was he in love, did he cry and miss his mother after she had died? All these questions have no answers. I can read his journal and find bits and pieces but never know for sure. I will keep on writing, searching for the truth in any way I can...

Today my investigations will lead me towards Jean-Jacques Rousseau, but also a fallen emperor who started a new kind of revolution...