I feel immense love and respect when I see our ordinary humans for what they are…
They travel my mental prism to, for no reason magically materialize, forcing me to design and register them picturesquely, bestowing eternal peace upon me!
Else, being emotionless belittles (myself) my “self.” I lose coherence and harmony if I just be an art catalyst without being affected from my contemporary events and time…
I consider that this is my voice, my language, my signature.
Who does all this? Me? Certainly not!
An astral nature who seems to sing the music of depiction sitting on a chair in front of me gracefully moves the brush in my hand and spreads the color of beauty on the canvas dawning shapes and structures making a blissful, lively, intervening white spaces along with marvelous shades of colors!
And an act beyond my control, just allows me to endorse my sign as.
Understanding me is impossible except when I spontaneous paint as I flow like water, maybe called as “The Water Color”!