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There
is absolutely no one way to describe my work.
It may fall under the cliché of ‘it’s for me to know and you
to find out’. I do not fall
into any canons of modern art, I do not school myself after the masters of
my time, I do not express a social or political cause and I do not pretend
to paint for a particular audience. I
do, however, paint for the purest pleasure of creation, for the free flow
of subconscious thought, for the need to escape the confines of law and
order. Mostly, my art
expresses my way of seeing things. I
paint the essence of my existence within my own sense of timelessness.
It is through this timelessness that I appreciate the imperfect
beauty of a straight line, the subtle splash of winter sunlight and the
texture of rough canvas. If I
had to describe my work in one sentence, I would say it is
pure-raw-genuine soul. My
soul. What you see is what
you get!
I
treat my canvas with sublime indifference.
A flickering thought or an incessant feeling can spark off my
creative impetus. Each
painting conveys its own state of consciousness and its own menu of styles
from surrealism to abstraction. There
is no overall plan to my individual works.
Images are born onto the canvas as they are born into my mind.
This is my personal struggle with art; the incongruous relationship
between structure and space. This
struggle represents a wholeness that encompasses all of my life’s
energies.
To me,
the circle of life begins
and ends in the exact same spot. There is often a furious circular
quality evident in my compositions. Many of the organic forms in my works
are but mere extensions of the circle. I use my mediums in thick
layers to bring depth and richness to a lifeless surface. My palette
includes oils, acrylics, watercolours, pastels, ink, charcoal, and
pencil. Although I enjoy working on canvas and board, I tend to
disregard conventional surfaces by using old doors, windows, planks of
wood and any other unusual material I may find. These castaway items
become a realm of possibilities beneath my brush and elicit an ironic
truth about my sense of natural beauty.
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