I wanted to paint the
forest without belonging to any form; I don’t have a story, a visualization; I
only have irrational and random motives, sometimes geometric and sometimes
organic. All of them revived in a texture on the surface; I felt this and did
this, on the bark of a tree, in a deep blue, in the infinite sky, in the middle
of the desert and in the touch of a skin... that skin that hosts all of our
hopes and suffering.
In both fragmented
and whole canvases, with both appearing and disappearing images, both framed
and unframed, both rough and delicate, both a clash and togetherness, both a
texture on the surface and a sensation in the depths both flat in 2
dimension both pictorial in 3 dimension!. The images appeared in a
way that it was not ‘either this or that’ but ‘both this and that’.
wood with metal, coarse jute
with cotton
mortise with gelatine, rivet
with oil paint
are in
interraction (the carcass is not only a structural element carrying the
surface, but also becomes one of the main elements of the picture,
both flat in 2
dimension both pictorial in 3 dimension , both old as cave painting both new as
unplanned future
the past with the future,
they became both untamable and tamable