My childhood is streaked with memories of the countryside. Perhaps I am so lucky with my fifteen years of hearing, contemplating, meditating and doing creative work. My recent pictures seem to be a small path leading me back to my childhood and probably to other people’s as well.
Feelings and emotions come to me in a flash, I gather them up, spread them out and stir them as swiftly as their sudden, unexpected arrival. I like to remain in control of the spontaneous streaks Chat spill, the tight pumicing strokes, the motion in every fibre of the egg shells and also to preserve intact the naivety, plainness and freshness of the personages in my pictures.
For me, the medium is vital to an artist, just like the haft of his life. So I must have a perfect knowledge of it and try to be in possession of its secret so as to better realize my artistic work.
Art sets very high standards but how to meet its requirements depends on the choice of an individual artist.
For my part, feelings and emotions simply emerge from life. In a man’s existence, childhood is the years. In which we receive the largest part of feelings and emotions, thus let us preserve them. And I beg to offer what I have created to art lovers.
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