Color Is The Place Where Our Brain

Every Artist Would Like To Live In The Central Organ Of Creation... Not All Are Destined To Get There... But Our Beating Hearts Drive Us Deep Down, Right Into The Pit Of Creation.

Color And I Are One. I Am A Painter.

Nature Is Garrulous To The Point Of Confusion, Let The Artist Be Truly Taciturn.

Art Does Not Reflect What Is Seen, Rather It Makes The Hidden Visible.

I Paint In Order Not To Cry.