About fifteen houses further down the street, from mine, I was blessed to learn to know one of the most talented painters I’ve ever met: Paul Trajman.
What I particularly love about Paul is his genuine artistic nature and his generosity. He’s a free soul. He may not even remember it but he just was there at a moment when I was completely lost, wondering whether there would be any kind of future for me as a creator. When I was wondering whether there was any room, any place for me on this Earth.
At that time, I was attempting to find a suitable place for some of my sculptures in the living areas of my house (and not anymore in the basement, where I used to keep them).
I’m not good at retrieving the exact words people use, but the meaning of Paul’s was « You’re an artist, Marc, and that’s all that matters. Artists create, and that’s all there is! ».