Painting is ….. Painting is my wings. It takes me to the future and to the past .Painting is my long journey to the deep well of my soul. Painting is my language, my music, my cinema and me the real me. Painting is my geography and history ,my science and superstition , my alchemy and my magic , my inner biography and my diary . Painting is a flood coming from unknown source, from a deep archived memory. Painting is a race between my tools and my continuous changing dreams. I dream to paint my dreams, useless, useless, I only grasp a few line from a very long poem. I paint to sleep, wake up, and to tell my self my story, my hope and my despair. I paint my love and joy, my inner feelings and the world outside, my laughter and my tears. I paint what I know and what I don’t fathom. I paint from the border of hallucination and reality. I paint to live, to run away from death and to make my world tolerable. I paint to forget, to remember, to breathe, and to keep my head above water to show or to run away from reality. My painting is a war against all wars, to make peace with the world, nature and my self. It is continuous war with my colors and my brushes , with my ideas and the medium ,with my feelings and with my style , and no peace in the horizon . It is unfinished revolution, my scream in the face of cruel and absurd world, my dictionary and my guiding star in my journey to the unattainable. I paint to show where I am going and from where I come from.
Posted on: Fri, 21 Mar 2014 07:35:28 +0000
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