“The roof of someone’s world in my thoughts again, a fulfilled life left no trace on a path. Because you do not choose this road, it chooses you”.
He wrote this on the back of a train ticket, coming down the Koya mountain and after visiting some monasteries in that distant land.
He put together in his books some scattered thoughts, memories and photographs from journeys across continents. The journeys far to see what is near.
He lived in Novi Sad, Vancouver, Tokyo… and for the last 5 years he has been in Brussels.
A bud sprouted from a bare branch. Music started from a complete silence.
