The Sea
Painting has become a vehicle to travel in and out of the world of the unknown.
A blob of paint is daubed, scratched, scraped, and painted one layer upon another. The
thickly painted surface is reminiscent of my journey into the heart of the sea where all my
reflections of life are imbued. The sea is the genesis of the original form of life. I begin
my painting with a simple vision. The first stages are usually kept fluid and open. As the
painting progresses, I keep adding or scraping the layers of paint. I see them as a
metaphor for life. At a certain point in this process, the painting takes over my
control. The image is transformed into the state of the unknown. There, I put down my
paintbrush. My journey into the dream of the sea begins again.
Painting has become a vehicle to travel in and out of the world of the unknown.
A blob of paint is daubed, scratched, scraped, and painted one layer upon another. The
thickly painted surface is reminiscent of my journey into the heart of the sea where all my
reflections of life are imbued. The sea is the genesis of the original form of life. I begin
my painting with a simple vision. The first stages are usually kept fluid and open. As the
painting progresses, I keep adding or scraping the layers of paint. I see them as a
metaphor for life. At a certain point in this process, the painting takes over my
control. The image is transformed into the state of the unknown. There, I put down my
paintbrush. My journey into the dream of the sea begins again.