This New Year...

Time moves on, never awaiting man or his impeccable visions of the future coming true. That is life, that is art, that is the hierachy of time and everything in it...

The work still goes on with my book, I have been researching more about Paris in the 17-the century and the facts of the city are just astounding. The city has such a rich history it is hard to fathom everything that has taken place there. Eugène could have never been more happier or more miserable in another city, perhaps just like me, now a resident in a much smaller community than Stockholm where I lived before. Outside my window the rain keeps falling, it is a good day to read and enjoy art...