I am an artist, dream sailor of colors. If my works is touching at least one visitor, that is my success.
Colors & forms, space & division, when I am enjoying something which appears with beauty is coming first in that manner into my mind. It seems that my search will never come to an end. Illusion & reality, well what is real & what is illusion, these questions are coming into my mind several times, very confusing. For instance, let think an object viz. a table, for every one of us, unanimously says that is a table, but everyone is visualizing in his or her own sight. Nobody is visualizing unanimously in the same perspective, isn�t these visualizations are illusion? I am an artist, this world of illusion or reality metaphors sis through my mind into the canvas in my own language. After which I created, for sometime there was a kind of satisfaction for a very short phase, again there is a non satisfaction haunting towards creating a new work in the same process & this is never ending.