Out Of Body

I have often found myself amidst confusion, divided between the world of thought and the physical-perceived one and have tried to understand this feeling in an attempt perhaps to ascertain the place that I belong. The inmost world that fundamentally belongs to thought and imagination represents the center of creation where all is abstract and outside time and space, lacking in 3D perspective or any other physical rule since no rules are applicable to thought. This idea is depicted in my artworks...in my vision this is the background for the human body, ungrounded, untied or belonging to any physical reality or limitation. In my childhood I came to reading one of Luis Borges’ short stories. The Circular Ruins tells the story of a grey man who wanted to dream another man. A story about personal growth and creation, the manifestation of thoughts into the "real world" since ultimately the man that was dreamed finally comes into shape and being. This story dawned on me and brought the constant asking to myself: what if it is true? What if I am an illusion, that someone else was dreaming me? I asked myself for years who am I and from where this discrepancy of perception is coming...? Why this innate feeling of deep connectivity to all that represents life and why in this "real world" so much separation and sadness? Who creates all this transient pain, all this ephemeral world? And yet who creates the immortal, the continuum? What if I am the creator of all that my physical eyes see? What if there is but one real world that never ends or die, never forgotten but yet unremembered from where all creation springs? What if the two worlds can blend when we remember and acknowledge the real one and recognize that what creates the world of illusion is nothing but a joined perception and we can always choose what world we wish to create?

I paint human bodies and all I see are dreamers with a shared dream…a dream of love. Their eyes are shot to seeing while allowing the true vision to take place instead. They are as real or unreal as I am, created through extended love. All the bodies I paint are rendered under this world’s laws. The light reveals and moulds them, the gravity makes the tissue hanging...all exerted by the rules of being into form. These bodies stand for the acknowledgement of the dream, of the illusion and distortion that I try to represent through all the optical or organized rhythms sometimes inspired by Victor Vasarely, as the first who, in my understanding, tried to organize perception demonstrating how deceivable the eye can be. Sometimes I feel inspired by the mathematical organized representation of the spectrum in a split complementary or in an analogue way interrupted by an animal or vegetable form of life. But ultimately all I care for are the emotions that I express trough my intuition. Our thoughts and emotions are vibrations and just like the colours they are the universal language which everyone instinctively understands. Talking about my work is merely an attempt to explain my feelings and what inspires me. While I am painting I do not think nor try to fill a void I am just present in the eternal now in a constant joy and peace. Sometimes I do wonder if it is the colour’s energy that generates emotion in the viewer or is it all about the act of giving and receiving.