I love this painting. It hung in a prominent place in the attic loft of our house in France for many years. I refused many offers to buy. Ten thousand euros was simply not enough. It wasn't the struggle, the size or the sentimental attachment that made me hesitate; it was the delicate balance between power and subtlety that I knew I'd never be able to equal in quite the same way. Yes, I admit it, I admired my own work. Frankly, I have no idea where some of these images come from. They're at a higher vibration than I am.