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I depend on the world’s broad indifference to my designs, its capacity for surprise, and its resistance to my touch for my very sanity. In an “information age” it is too easy to lose sight of the fact that what something is, is distinct from what it communicates. Standing in front of another empty canvas, I look for a language to communicate a reality, my reality. Expressions of hope, defiance and solitude find themselves bursting out of the canvas seeking to bring back a mythological past. And, if by chance or miracle, restore my sensitivity to the natural from the fortress of technology that envelops me. My journey towards expressions and understanding find redemption with each stroke of my brush.
I weave my life around the real and live in its voids
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