Clouds above clouds

No one taught Arno to paint, never showed him how to paint or what exactly to do. He wants to try everything himself. So he doesn't "do". Unbound by rules or guidelines, he lets his creativity explode, improvising with the tools and paints given. He just starts creating and travels along the paths of strokes known only to him. I wonder how, after painting with broad strokes and wasting a lot with the roller, suddenly a thin brush is used somewhere in the corner to draw pink, and next to it, lemon yellow. So little, but it sounds...
Arn loves to tell stories. I remember the capacious titles of his paintings: "A man bathes in summer", "There is a sail, but there is no ship", "The letter cactus"...
Arno's painting becomes an instruction for his inner journey, and reminds you that the beauty of the works often lies not only in the image, but also in the short story that the young creator wants to tell.