Our ancestors trekked through the vast emptiness of the land with ox wagons.
The island is a hand, like that of a hitch hiker’s with thumb leveled. This painting is a reminder that one should perhaps more often let go of the things that constrain us, in our movements, actions and thoughts.
One of the most effective ways to maintain a relatively objective eye in the creation of an original work of art, is to work on a few at the same time and thus to rotate […]
Size: 100 x 80cm | Oil on canvas This piece was painted during a particularly difficult year during which other avenues arrested my attention. Whenever I could escape into the studio for a few hours […]
This painting, although the first stage took only three days, has been one of the gradually evolving backdrops to the last three months of my life that’s been undergoing an even greater metamorphosis. I’ve been […]
As we walk through life, from challenge to opportunity, from tribulation to titillation, hardship to bliss, through love and heartbreak, as if through the rifts, jungles and savannas of an untouched continent, the number of […]
This is the seventh and last canvas in the series. I had already been working on the other six for months while this one remained ominously blank. I left this one for last for two […]
I entirely failed to update this blog as frequently as I intended, when I launched it a few months ago. The reasons can be explained here but that will make an extremely boring post and […]
The human eye has a great time absorbing our beautiful world, day after day, from first light to dark. Almost without tire, the eye patiently follows lines, and shapes; it jumps from color to patch […]