When I was a young boy, I walked around in galleries often, because my father is a sculptor. Sometimes there would be paintings that just so absolutely lifted my soul,
I would stare at it for hours, and for a whole while I would not be able to get that particular work out of my thoughts. Often I would find myself returning to the same gallery to enjoy it yet again and get my soul fed. The thing that crossed my mind was this…
If I could one day produce work that touches people’s souls, something that would lift and invigorate them, I would be ecstatic. That has become my mission.
I do not paint simply paint to be creative or to have a creative “ job”,
I paint because this lifting of the soul is a passion and a calling.
Very much like a physician comes full circle when he blesses a patient by resolving an ailment.
Today I still walk into galleries and just feel the work with my soul. Letting the unspoken conversations flow. Light, colour, texture, movement, expression, rhythm…. The instruments that touch the inner core is there on the walls of the gallery… but does it move me?
Does it reach the spirit?
Does it tell a story and what is that story? Can I live with this work of art every day if it was in my house? What is the eternal quality of this work? While contemplating these questions I do not look at my watch or at the price tags… I go into the world of pictures and shapes… and read the story of the artists combined with my own memory bank …what music does that create in my soul?
Or a noise?
It is with this challenge that I stand in front of my canvasses every day.
A childhood drive and an adult dream is the brush that I carve every work with.
Thrilled with painting light and nature I chase after the beauty that will uplift the soul of the painter and viewer…
Like all people creating something, I partake, even if it is in a minuscule way, in in the work of our Creator God…singing the song of beauty in this world… therefore aesthetics is a prominent factor in my work, and it always will be.
Aaa but such high standards calls for dedication and sweat…. Sometimes blood and tears…
( just a joke…no blood in my work people )
It calls for many hours of mistakes and corrections, catching the light.. then losing it… finding the color… but not the second time… and oh the tedious work of pleasing my wife… a very harsh critic… thank God!
I ask myself often how the difficult subject matter and the rendering thereof comes to me…
it seems a mystery….until I see again THE LIGHT…the balance ..the rhythm…the EMOTION…THE STORY…
and I suppose I am fired on by the challenge to conquer every work for my own pleasure. Hoping that the world will see what I see…
and be able to share the joy!