Sunday, November 30, 2008

winter table

It all started a dozen years ago, when I picked up a discarded painted canvas on a sidewalk, and painted a big glass, with milky white liquid at the bottom. You know, glass full, glass empty kind of thinking... That was then now It is my inner fight between light and dark,happiness and reflexion,my obsession with bareness and fullness, the muteness of objects, loud or soft,the peace or joy of colors. I paint birds, rocks and leaves, but I always come back to the table, pitchers and glasses.

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