There’s still a long way to go, and I realize it. And I do not even know whether palette knives will be my future of not.

That said, experimenting new techniques is like eating cherries to me: one leads to another. It’s like tasting ideas, it’s like a baker putting together new ingredients. Even though he doesn’t know himself where that will lead him.

My own ingredients, this time, led me to Turin, Italy, one night in February. My second attempt ever with palette knives.

"Torino, Piazza Vittorio Veneto, one night in February", 40x50 cm, oil on canvas