It is the intrinsic duality of things that baffles me and drives me forward. It is the clash of feelings that sparks up my creativity. It is my permanent quest for my own identity, for an answer to how I want to be and what I want to do, that pushes me on and keeps me exploring the wonderful maze of life.
Two divergent views - good and evil, joy and sadness - lead me to realize that mind, whether perfect or not, is the only compass along an imperfect journey.
All this self-questioning was the breeding ground for my latest series "Urban/Flowers", where artistic creation is an accurate reflection of my daily battle to decipher the complex puzzle of existence. My soul and my surroundings: This is the context in which colorful, heavily outlined and strangely shaped flowers that represent my essence, appear from nowhere to become a key factor in the eternal game of harmonizing contrasting forces and learning to live with them. Wires, megaphones, barcodes, birds, insects, light posts, indoctrinating geometrical figures, and even some copies of my son's drawings, among others, set up the stage for this imperfect game where I play, perform and make bets on life.
One thing stands out clearly: In the midst of this "colorful tragicomedy", full of stimuli that question, sadden and bring joy to my existence, it is I who write my own history.
