I like the moment when a new creation is not yet mine, not yet in my imagination - but already is tickling my subconscious.
Working with paints, knowing their elasticity, and exploring new textures and color shades allows me to move them on the canvas spontaneously.
But it only seems so. In reality it happens under the guidance of my soul.
It is my soul that expresses itself on canvas, showing its flights and falls, joys and sadness, and then gives birth to an image. My hands only choose and move colors around, before the appearance of a new image gives rise to new fantasies.
When a fantasy desires to continue over a series of my art, the process gives birth to imaginary realities which emerge from the depth of my soul and cry out to find release on the canvas. Only then can my hands themselves put down the paints and hang alongside my body. Fatigue and relief cover me with a light veil. Nothing more needs to be corrected and completed.
My soul enjoys the liberation of previously collected feelings and impressions of life whose meaning was unclear to me but which I can now express. Also what my paintings let me express on canvas is a joyful light shining from the soul. It is the wonderful space of creation.
