Storyboards...

Human face has this incredible feature. It records everything. I don't know how, but everything puts a scar on it. It bears the scar of first love, broken hearts, sorrow, joy, hunger, pride. It bears the scar of all the seasons, winters, summers, autumns and rains. Scar of deaths, and diminished glow of long past triumphs. The tiniest wrinkles that all the new seconds bring and leave there when they pass.
All the dried leaves stepped on, all the rivers crossed.
All the dreams dreamed, all the lives touched.

A human face becomes this wonderful storyboard of life. When I see it, the immensity of those fascinating stories moves me so profoundly, so deeply, that the outburst of passion is literally suffocating. And I feel this inevitable urge to express. I wish I could paint. Only painting can bring this forth...

And composing music.

Alas! I know neither.