A Living Trail
1992

If art is to be universal and timeless, it must transcend the here-and-now by descending to the depth of our existence.  There, it unearths the brute essence of our dual nature that is the same yesterday, today, an tomorrow.

"What is art?" is a question that poses itself to those who are involved with its enigmas and charged with its unsettling powers.  To answer this question is to reduce an individually varied and uniquely diverse concept into a private opinion and a personal experience.  "What is my art?" is a question that departs in the opposite direction.  The question paints a unique color that life aspires to inspire in her oeuvre.

What is my art?  It is a meditative action that probes the layers of life searching for meanings, values, symbols, and signs.  It is a silent expression that screams and whispers, that veils and exposes.  It is the capture of freed thoughts and fleeing emotions into colors and lines so they may give life abundantly.  It is my attempt to give the crowd that inhibits me a route to channel their angst and opposing yearnings so as to keep their intact, conveying a sense of unity, control, and logic.

My art is the communication of what is whispered and revealed in my solitude to a crowd that hides what reality shouts in their ears.  It is the transformation of an individual experience into everyone's experience by reaching to the nucleus of Man's anguish and to the core of Man's thirsts and aspirations. It is the transfiguration of the most sacred and profane of my desires and yearnings into the full light of images that reveal the dual substance of Man in his struggle between Good and Evil, Mortality and Eternity, Illusion and Truth, Flesh and Spirit.

How can one make the Eternal and element of one's art? How can one incorporate into a visual experience that which cannot be grasped, seen, nor heard? How?!  By living it and allowing that life to be transferred onto the canvas.
The flow between the artist and his works is a spirit of creativity that empowers and activates the artist; the spirit of creativity is, of its own nature, a gift from Eternity, capable of capturing the interaction of the elements of Light and Darkness in the artist's life.
What is art? Is it not the incarnation of the invisible into the visible; the embodiment of the artist's emotions, feelings, thoughts, ideas, struggles, and observations as he accompanies time in this pilgrimage; the living trail of his growth, his battles with despair and hope, his search, his explorations, and his discoveries?

My life and my art are like the two little globes of a sand clock: as my life decreases, my art increases. This is the transfer of my time from the one vessel of life to the other vessel of art.  The content is the same; the vessel is apparently different.  The spirit, the heart, and the mind are the same. The cup is transubstantiated from the transient to the eternal, from the personal to the universal.

What is art? The madness of genius? No; it is, rather, the genius of madness.