When I create, I reach a state of pure solitude, undertaking an inner journey that allows me to express myself and make me feel alive and confident to explore every nook and cranny of my memory. I draw fully from the well of life, seeking in my experience to cleanse the pangs and convey positive feelings, which, I hope, will be beneficial to the spirit of the observer. Once this creative purification process is complete, the observer is free to read my works and find these positive messages.
Blank canvas on the floor of my studio calls to me and asks to be colored and covered. This dialogue is transformed into an inner journey of reflection upon existence and the world; a life that floats on the waves of an uncertain future. And so I sail, following distant stars towards safe havens from a world spent, unjust, populated by hypocrisy, pride and superficiality; a world I wish could be inhabited by people worthy of inhabiting it.
I put down primary colors, working the canvas with my bare hands, creating the base for an intricate forest of signs. Traces of doodles of arms and outstretched hands trying to get out of the painting, they accompany me in search of freedom, marking possible routes and mysterious maps of safe means of exit from the labyrinth of our lives; a maze of streets, all freely passable, leading towards the light.
