He
likes to relate that his first ever watercolour was of the ocean
– which he was not seeing, but only hearing. The result was a deep
blue sea with white waves. Did he really need to see it? Is painting
always subject to what is visible? It was about the same period
that he picked up a wooden clog, which he promptly decorated with
lively symbols and colors. That’s how his predilection for painted
wood began. |
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He constantly
scours noisy towns and cities, mingling with the crowd, in total
immersion, spending hours at a café table, using pencil, fine pen
and his ever present color box, sketching an apple, faces, capturing
life wherever it bursts forth, bestowing his timeless imprimatur
on the idleness of each anonymous passer by. His pads are filled
with sketches of deliberately exaggerated realism and purely imaginary
portraits. Yet, one wonders if he really did give up music? Take
a closer look and you’ll see that his art is alive with colors and
symbols which are none other than musical scores – the melody of
life. His is every bit the composer, all is form and unity, freeform
mythology, and the memory of things yet to come! |
