November 5, 2017

To paint 

is like a ritual for me.

It is the laying bare of myself.

Standing in or opposed to a surface, a space, a ground, on which to communicate and extend my being onto.

My gesture, my mark, my emotion, my thought.

It is the soft caress or sometimes over eager

gushing of emotions, tearing out from inside of myself.

In the discourse of presence, happening right in-front of myself.

The discourse of me represented through colours, form structure, composition, and what unfolds for me to see. 

Painting, like the moment of life.

Surrenderance to the structure, the surface, sometimes already having marks on it, coming in, to treasure what inspires me, what I still want to discover to find or what I want people to find inspiration in. 

But in the end it is not about the other, it is just about you, about me, and that moment of being free.

Of allowing nothing else, but but mixing and choosing colours, tracing form and textures intuitionally. 

Nothing purer, this being my kind of meditation. 

Like life it...

September 29, 2014

It's about breaking from from boundaries and thought limitations in the boldness of expressing oneself by the pure experimentation with color, contrast, tone and line. 

Initially reading the painting as the reflection of oneself and the gesture as the stance we take towards life

Pushing our communication in the aesthetic helping to facilitate greater confidence in demeanor and presence through the sole satisfaction of coming into ones balance of the senses through painting. 

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