This house has no walls. you enter and at the same instant find yourself outside. orientation is oftentimes subverted. light endures. time cannot be distinguished. seagulls beat time every time they cast their shadow on the rocks. and disappear. their absence confirms the presence of your self with its thoughts. you find yourself beside yourself. and despite all this, this unfamiliar space is your most personal home. you feel proud for not covering it with a roof. that you didn't rush to build it. In painting... i am interested in and challenged to enter into a confessional space, to extend my boundaries, to "open up" by activating the unconscious, bringing to the surface different ways to communicate with existence. memories of water. memories of the sky. i will attempt to free fall, dive deep and rise to the surface. to see glimpses of the future taking shape in the present. so many images await. so many light-scapes... The unfamiliar is like a space that is more open, broader, and stretches its boundaries out in all directions, for a single instant gazing at the truth. but a single instant is all that is needed in order to overturn this. to open it up further and to redefine it. a process that is also unavoidable in my paintings. as each work is connected to and can be confused with the body. successive layers and matter stirring together sometimes make a piece heavy. baggage can weigh you down on a long voyage. this is the voyage i was telling you about. about a mountain that you must cross. your own self.
