My paintings give me an enormous joy. I spend quite a bit of time staring at them. And they always strike me as different than ever before. Which is indeed the case on account of the changing light. My livingroom is a veritable temple for me. As years go by, I am getting attached to it ever more strongly. I do not miss very much of Motovun when I am in Zagreb, but the view of the Mirna valley from my terrace and my livingroom bursting with black, white, and red geometric patterns I certainly miss. Although my paintings can be easily moved, a new space would take a while to get used to. The same happened when I moved from Reading, where my livingroom had turned into my temple, as well. It took a while for me to get used to the new abode for my paintings. At any rate, Motovun it is for now. And my temple is the place to be.