Sometimes I feel like an author of novels is assumed to by me. So I’m thinking of pieces a mysterious story while drawing. All the pieces merge into the drawing. And as this is not a novel in fact it remains full of questions …
Yes, I understand that. I could say something along those lines about the poems I write. Something goes on in the subconscious mind, or the imagination, out is sight of the conscious, the intellect.
H Schlagen 
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