The persistence of time and an endless search for the explanation of transience through themes, i.e. a way called life, or searching for the essence is the top or the bottom of the same idea, message, sign, or man’s fear to put it all under one’s skin and breathe with it.
Art and its unfathomable distance decorated with colours, movements or tones are a way of putting a burden of subconscious questions and incomplete answers on one’s back. Answers which will only in the future find themselves in the box storing the primordial findings on purpose.
My paintings of horses are mysterious and they entice you into starting the dance of fire and ice. They are in an eternal impulse which is closer to coming back than leaving. They will never lie to the observer, or try to take him/her where they have already been and where he/she used to meet them. The horses will always take them to the unfamiliar places full of hope and endless existence.
They are perpetual and always self-sufficient. My art and my search for the essence we call life is actually a burden on the back of my horses on the canvases and the longing in their eyes. This utter silence, silence without any worries, without poverty or longing for anything at any time.
I have been meeting them since I do not know when; I always and very often see them hearing me and passing quietly and shyly, dropping their decorations which are flowers, leaves and drops of their sweat and in which closeness and trust in emotion and humanity can be seen.
My paintings are a wish. My art is the soul of everything that is loved and that always forgives.