Detail of a Landscape painted April 2008

Every human being knows this place. It is inside your mind. Deep inside, where rocks speak, and trees scratch each other's back. Except for Mr. Li who runs an illegal distillery in the bushes, no one cooks here. Eat some nectar, when you're hungry, or some of that spinach that comes floating down the river. With such healthy fare everyone lives to be a hundred and seventy-five.
Oh, I'm talking nonsense, again; we are really immortal…