Life has an interesting way of editing scenarios, interests and people. It seems the selection goes from broad to specific or in some cases non-existent. I observe as my interests change towards my own work, and suddenly what appeared as necessary is no longer vital and often becomes rather futile.
I would say if I had to choose a process to personify my work it would be
elimination. I am now at the apex of my synthesis, which will probably appear as a broad beginning a few years into my future, but today it feels specific, today it feels focused and pertinent.
My attempt is to extract relevance, in a society bombarding us with ignorance and surface, ready-made philosophy and remedies for all evil, I desire my own truth, I desire substance. This may not always be positive, enjoyable or joyous, but at least it is honest. My work is not pop, it seems as though over the years pop art went from dealing with popular culture to becoming idiotic, as there is no more intelligence in anything popular. Obsessions and compulsions of fame and notoriety are the preoccupations of such a culture, whereas, I dwell into the silence of form, function and relations.
Certainly not human relations, of which I cherish the few I truly believe in, but rather relations of material and color, relations of space, rhythm and movement; and one above all others, the relation between my eye, my brain and my soul.
Art becomes progressively more complex as we accumulate endless examples of quality efforts, how to separate one’s self from the rest is increasingly difficult; it seems now more than ever originality is key…yet, some may argue conformity is even better!
I choose neither, definitions are only meant to simplify and I prefer the
longer road to nowhere perhaps, still the road is what interest me passionately. The destination may disappoint, but the journey will unravel as many mysteries as I care to examine, thus proving itself utterly rewarding.
I offer no solutions, only reflective pauses, forced pondering and the sensual development of endless contradictions, life as art, or art as life. A view into flags, horizons, culture and custom, from a spying glass, non confrontational yet uncompromising; what is the matter with it all…why is it so?