Stella, my greatest Love, yesterday was a good example of the thing which I mentioned to you in one of my letters (or was it only in one of the texts I sent you?). I don’t remember what happened when, or where. It’s good to be reminded of the flaws…

Stella, my greatest Love, about your yesterday’s voice message. I believe that one of your greatest talents is talking to people and your podcast has tremendous potential. It stands out already. …

Stella, my greatest Love, a weird case of blockade today. I couldn’t recall the title of the song which I wanted to play in the morning (and to which music I wanted to write to you, or perhaps only satisfy my momentary craving for this particular piece). In spite of…

Stella, my greatest Love, I am so tired these days. And when I am so tired I always have dreams. They are always rather out of this world (not possible here, or possible only in dreams). But what do I know? Maybe they’re of this world 100%, and I have…

Stella, my greatest Love, I cannot imagine how I could be doing anything else apart from making art. There is so much to do — so many ideas, so many activities, and it occupies your entire system, leaving almost no space for other considerations. I feel that being an artist…

Stella, my greatest Love, yesterday I think I learned (again) something about my art making. That things which are created quickly, as if not by myself at all, are the best from my perspective. I mean there can be some painstaking work which will still need to be done (like…

Stella, my greatest Love, I feel that doing this (co-making art and co-running this art place with you) is the exact thing I should do in life. That doing anything else would mean I would have to force myself again and again each day. …

Stella, my greatest Love, tonight was probably the greatest thunderstorm I’ve ever experienced in my life. I can’t tell for sure of course. One thunder was of such magnitude that it could easily have been a sound of a bomb or rocket or something else hitting the earth, although I…

Stella, my greatest Love, I feel such an incredible urge to make art! And when an idea hits me I just have to realize it. A lot of it (or even all of it) are accidents. I see things accidentally and my system starts the analysis what I could do…