The early artworks from the very start of my painting had the appearance of a "Tall Hill", a challenge big enough to stop me before I even began. Again, the spirit of French Art either through books that I had the chance to read or through direct communications with the artists helped me to open that iron door in the front of the hill and to cross over my bridge. Whatever happened after that convinced me that there is no "Hill" in front of me only lows of nature, social movements and the fate of the human race that perpetually exists in different forms at different times. The history of life and great Art coupled with social structures goes in cycles that move and will exist as infinite as mankind.