Why art?

art is my life Ever since I could use a pen, I've been painting. Even in kindergarten, they were convinced that I had above-average artistic talent. It took me many years to see that myself. Making art a relevant part of life never seemed like an option to me.

It took many years before the thought of art could mature in me and I wanted to try it. I studied the pictures of the old masters and the structure of old paintings. I experimented with colors and materials until I found the right mix for my work.  

I love the process when an image is created. I love creating something new, something that comes from my thoughts and my brush and yet in the end mysteriously has nothing to do with me but is a work in its own right.   

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Creating art means learning to see. sharpen the eye. Abstract the real. see things as they are. The eye is an artist's most important tool.  

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For as long as I've been thinking, I've been thinking in pictures. Images and symbols are an essential part of my language. It's the way I can express what I can't express in words.

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beauty  is the first criterion I set for my art. This may seem anachronistic to some. I would like to counter this with the timelessness of beauty, the immortality of symmetry.

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My art wants to be uplifting and uplifting. Because beauty makes life worth living. beauty heals. beauty speaks. filled with beauty.

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simplicity is limited to the essentials. She only says what needs to be said.  Beauty and simplicity move me.

Beauty is the splendor of the divine, simplicity its essence.