The works of the great painters excite me, and poets and musician make me extremely jealous. The visual world is in front of me, in which, mingling the light and colour delights me. Facing “Beauty and Perfection”, first happened through the “Notes from underground” by Dostoyevsky. “Beauty and perfection” became a mystery to me and attempting to discover them, was like an alchemist’s struggles. Their presence in our lives is worrying and what is sad is that, once one is mesmerized by them, thinks that the lifetime is too short to indulge the beauty and anything beyond this mesmerized feeling is a malady. Obsession is painful, and grace is fragile, but “Beauty and Perfection” has been existing from the beginning, in different forms, sounds and different images. At time, they can be a massive rock, or once, they can be the sound of chains. These images, sounds and words grow and form with us, as they are presented to the flourish. However, they way of achieving this, remains a mystery. We are witnessing “Beauty and Perfection”. To master the art of painting one must learn all its secrets.
On the one side, there are distinct colours and their usage, to be learnt, while on the other side, the language of painting and images is the subject to be considered. It takes a long time to master this and in my opinion the greatest difficulty the “artist’s soul” faces, is “patience”. My attempt is to record dreams, ideas and what I see and hear through painting. I see something, which stirs me, it excites me with all its visible details, light, colours, textures and all that surrounds it, but the image I create is without the “ecstasy”. Sounds and voices are the first indications of any creature and the first sign of human presence is the most colourful and bright moment. The eyes see, the tongue reads, the ears hear, and the mouth says but it seems as though it takes a long time for the hands to recreate all these.
At times, the hand are the tools and at times, there are tools in our hands. Tools complicate everything. An outside element becomes the link between my idea and myself. The dreams create the words and sounds and image, right or wrong, a shadow forms in my mind and slowly it gains colour, but colours are as wild as words. For an artist colours represent words and he uses the same sensitivity towards colours, as a poet uses towards words. I strive for the moment, in which, as an artist, I take the responsibility of playing with colours. However, my concern is not the painting, but the “Beauty and Perfection”, which I try to represent in my artworks.