As the moment flashes by, leaving its color on my being, I try to hold on to it. For these colors fade away with time, pushed back into oblivion by fresh colors of new moments. Such are the workings of the ever changing panorama that is life. I long to internalize the moment and bring it to the realm of the tangible, where I can go back and live it again. But need I tell you, that to do so, is impossible?
So, the closest I can get to express what my words cannot express and to define what my thoughts cannot define, is to try and create a visual replica of my perception, on the rectangular arena of a canvas. On this taut, grainy playground, my subconscious meets the viscous movement of paint, talks to it intimately and together they bring out and concertize the colors of my being. I hope my brushes and colors can talk to you and testify to what I mean.