About
For me art is, above all, communication. Colors are words and sounds. Multiple colors are rich discussions.
Being color-blind made my journey to the world of color a deeper one. Temperature, harmony or disharmony and rhythm are all basic tools. I wrap the reality expressed in my paintings with these tools into a statement. A colorful one.
There are lives behind the canvas – expressed by a developed syntax, through composition, by rhythm of a pen or a color brush. Through color.
A color-blind artist must catch the hidden drama, over and over, again and again, to deal with the world of color.
And in the end, the question remains: how can one create art when surrounded by rivers of blood?
To act. To organize. To march. To protest.
But what about the art? Where does the impulse to bring new artwork into a world engulfed in massacre and oppression come from?
The truth is that I have not yet found the answer.
I paint because it happens — because the act insists on itself. I have no way to explain it, and no way to justify it.
I think about this every single day, with every additional brushstroke.
