My artwork is everything I want and the sum of what I give. It is everything I am and everything I am not. It is my backbone and my instability, my insecurity and my ego, my uncertainty and my optimism. It reveals my fears, obsessions, and beliefs. It contains my yesterday, my reflection, and my life. It is my passion, my history, my hunger, and my indulgence. My art is where I’ve been, where I’m headed, where I need to be, and where I shouldn’t go. It embodies a balance of what I’ve seen, heard, touched, smelled, and dreamed of. It has a heart-beat. It’s a work in progress, an evolution, a movement, and remains free of limitations. It’s the beginning and the end of a transition, and so much more than a perspective. It’s my artwork, and expressing it, is expressing me.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Wait a minute... Who am I?
My artwork is everything I want and the sum of what I give. It is everything I am and everything I am not. It is my backbone and my instability, my insecurity and my ego, my uncertainty and my optimism. It reveals my fears, obsessions, and beliefs. It contains my yesterday, my reflection, and my life. It is my passion, my history, my hunger, and my indulgence. My art is where I’ve been, where I’m headed, where I need to be, and where I shouldn’t go. It embodies a balance of what I’ve seen, heard, touched, smelled, and dreamed of. It has a heart-beat. It’s a work in progress, an evolution, a movement, and remains free of limitations. It’s the beginning and the end of a transition, and so much more than a perspective. It’s my artwork, and expressing it, is expressing me.

