I arrived with the feeling of 'being' a teacher. I studied to become a teacher. Wanted somehow to be one. I felt 'being' a teacher.
I lost myself
I painted myself
Millions of times. Canvas by...
Where do you belong? Where does one belong? To what belong? Belong to what? How do you belong? How do you know where you belong to belong to?
To belong ... strange word ... powerful word...
We meet people along our way of our travels who become important to us in life. People come and go, but we carry them with us. In our memories, in our heart, in our soul*. Some leave a more intense...