One can discuss and argue art forever. To me everything is abstract and different. Everything matters of how you look at things. I love light, life, shadow, line and color where the world of an artist commences. Sinking into art and being drawn by the emotion helps me understand the tragedy and happiness of life itself…
I was born into an artist’s family. Art was an innate essence in my blood that I have come to love passionately as I recognized it in myself with years of creative work and emotional journey. For me my art has two dimensions, one is inside of me – vibrant, ever moving and evolving, dynamic formations of cognitive and spiritual content, the second is what one sees on canvas once I am ready to reflect the first – the internal. But what is it the canvas bares? Life, light, spirit, love, and micro cosmos.
I am selfless in what I do for I do not create for myself or despite myself. I know it has a purpose beyond me or what I can understand. But I do know this - Art is what I am, who I am and all I am. With no art in me I seize to exist. Art is self-expression, individuality and everlasting search for form.