I am a self-taught artist who began painting in 1983, although there were aborted attempts in earlier years(the 1970's). But not until 1983 did I try putting the ideas in my head down in paint and other media, than in writing.
All I see are faces and figures in everything. I listened to da Vinci and his statement on studying stains. There is this between us. And lines fluid, broken, jagged and scratched covering everything. I attempt to translate that which is before me. I'm not even sure this is how I see it.
It is about the silence....