Once I was asked: “What is the truth?”.
I did not understand the question.
What is art?
Through our lives we, in one form or another, are trying to discover the meaning of our
existence, to satisfy our curiosity and achieve satisfaction through such achievement.
It is one's inevitable limitations and inhibitions which frustrate such efforts but which also
frequently drive people with artistic spirits to create outside their comfort zone and in some
extreme cases leads even to their destruction.
I would like to see my art as an unrestricted journey of self-discovery and exploration in
search of elusive answers to those and other questions which are often more difficult to
understand than to answer.
I remember once, my emotional, and admittedly elaborative art expose about my paintings,
was abruptly interrupted by a friend, and an artist, saying: “You should not explain the art.
The true art speaks for itself”.
Forget prolonged explanations.
Art is an expression in itself.
Just as much as reality is just merely our perception.
Is it not?
