A VISUAL JOURNEY
We are the creation of our first 4 years of life. I grew up surrounded by nature, looking after animals. I imagined that flowers, trees and ,especially the rain, have their own music. You only realize you’ve been surrounded by music when it stops. I remember when I shared this with my father, in a moment of anger. I told him I was listening the trees. That is when he stopped being angry that I was spending too much time in the garden -- meaningless time -- and he introduced me to Greek Mythology. But it was way too early for me to understand why. Then, I came across Pythagoras’ concept of the music of spheres and the belief that the divine could be known. But all of this came to me as an instinct. I didn’t know what I was looking for, I was just enjoying the exploration. Could it be that the mind of a child was looking for the meaning of life?
Water inspires me the most. It amazes me how much I enjoy listening to it and being surrounded by it. And how much I enjoy the sense of fear it arouses in me. I love its unpredictability; it can keep a flower alive, but it can also kill it. Watching it from a distance makes you lose touch with its music and your connection to it. But made me question my existence. Admiring the view is just human, but the art is in creating an identity… building up your own beliefs.
What would you be if...?
And I am going back to the first years of being alive …. I did not choose mine, they came to me and they chose me, however I am no special human being. What would I be now if they were different?
I have learned to love people by learning about them and looking behind what eyes can see and ears can hear. I have found that whenever it was the most difficult to understand, it was the most beautiful. It made me more driven to explore it.
My portraits are pictured in this matter because I am trying to explain the creative mind. I only use the word creative, when I can’t understand it. I still haven’t found the right words; the colours will say it all. As there is harmony in everything around us, there must be harmony any chaotic mind, we just don’t have the tools to figure it out. My work is just a communication tool, it doesn’t shape the truth, just trying to create a meaning around it.
How many things we would have done different without being capable of love?
And what is love after all?