when I was painting , I was staying on the knees. Immediately I felt the pain and move my attention from landscape behind me to the grass. here was many small red ants and one the most brave was biting my knee with very brave enthusiastic way. I change my mind to paint trees. just look into the grass and find this world very musical. them the painting made itself very quickly and it's become the music of free stile, of kind of strange jazz , dedication for micro world, micro life...