Painting is a form of motion, turning your eyes and awakening your soul to contemplation. The eyes, the initiators of the journey, sway towards an unknown destination, and all of me joins hands to depict what my gaze follows.

Amidst these depictions, I am initially an observer, overseeing everything, and then I become an actor and participant, as every particle of the universe and nature merges within my restless being.

Like the embrace of a lover and beloved, eagerly and greedily seeking to touch point to point, until they meet and conceive a spark that takes form. With all its resemblances and distinctions, it possesses independence.