Being an artist is, for me, my response to being alive. I react to wonder, desires, conflicts, meanings, memories, revenge, sexuality, love and death. I gather all these life’s fragments and make some personal sense of it all. I am a record keeper of history and a maker of one. I want to know magic and I want to see the invisible.
Innumerable artists’ voices: the Lascaux cave drawings, Turner, Matisse, Braque, Malevich, Raushenberg, Mondrian, to name just a few, have informed my life journey as an ARTIST, as a maker of meaning.
Maybe my art will offer serenity and peaceful contemplation like a Morandi still life, maybe a sense of conjuring like Jackson Pollock, maybe a journey map to wander in like Richard Diebenkorn.
At the end, I want to end up on the big human family refrigerator and hear how I have contributed to the wonder.