My left hand is my left eye, my canvass reflects in my eyes...
Seeing is a way of touching to the remotest depths of our soul. Apart and away from our body..

Join me in my trip beyond the infinite, Beyond the presence of the "organized" I can see.

Within the disorganized churning I search for the illusion of the wise creature I admire..

Whilst my eyes are translating my dreams ''my left hand'' tells all..

I give way to my dreams. My hands are on the canvass. They are mirrors. Between my hands on the canvass there is a refined line of sensitivity.

My eyes are on my canvass...then spot an item in the air, and its reflections in my eyes are transposed to my canvass. This is when an eye goes into multi apertures depending on the item's color, shape and appearance. The perception of this appearance can be a visual premiere for me. That's why the illusion of the item reflects to my and your eyes.

What my left hand does is to add touching to, whilst my eyes are capable of seeing, is analogical to whipping one horse in riding two powerful horse cart to an independent direction. The cart carries my dreams/ illusions.

I dream of birds in the depth of the ocean, AND of fish in the highest sky. I see the colour of the music and hear the music of colour.

The colour of life, birth and of the death all meet in me simultanously.

My dreams sometimes draw me to the skies and to the depths at other times.

And I take this trip of illusions on my canvass, always with my music and the COLOR at the tip of my brush ..