The Artist


Papers spread on the floor.
The hard surface of the ground sprays energy to the blank paper.
I pass my hand on it, feeling the dust.
The painting is taking form.
A big bucket of water.
I relieve energy from my hand to the brush, into the water, playing with the flow against the brush. They're running after each other.
I leave, sit in the sun, swinging in the green. The spirit goes free.
The singing is closer to me.
I switch back to the hard raw surface of the ground. Its energy is dirty, is bold.
I have no chance, I have no words.
I surrender to my hand, and to the ground. What has to come, has to come.
No words.
Great joy irradiates from everything around me.
The beauty of the simple, minimum shape shout aloud the nothing of the silence.

The Art


You'll find paintings of every state of the process.
Have no words, listen to the play of the ground gathered to my brush in the dirty noisy voice of the clean silence.
I paint because my hand is always here, hungry to speak. There is an urge: I need to paint.
Trusting it, gives me a reward unknown in any other field.
The magic of the world, if there is a magic, is revealed. I'm surrounded by a golden light, that emanates from everything around me.
As soon as I touch paint the colors vibrate.
I love painting, this feeling is linked strongly to me. I'm committed to it.

The Work


Owning an original piece of artwork gives a sense of truth and value. Colors warm and rejoice life.
People own my art because I make my statement very clear and honest. It is totally bold, no apologies.
It enriches their life because what comes form the heart goes to the heart.
They like the power that is stated with it and my art find its audience among people with vision.
My art will always command respect and attention because I give it my all.