This past 2009 was marked for me by two, close to each other, terrible fights with my only daughter that I love above all. Then my mother had an accident and I am living with her since a few months. It is a tough job, having to take care of her, her multiple doctor appointments etc. I sleep badly and I'm constipated as a result. I am an artist and all theses circumstances tore my art practice apart. For the first time in my life I don't manage to create something that gives me a beginning of satisfaction.