Works

The practise of art always bears the pretension of accomplishing great deeds, but it is rather rare to find an artist who can touch emotions with his art. Within my art lies a quest for something that goes beyond my life, something far superior, unintelligible: the transcendent. It is Man- plunged in his misery, his restlessness, his sense of nullity- who wants to get out (transcend) of himself, crying out his emotion before the greatness of Creation. It is a search for a freedom which might not even exist- a tendency to be overcome by that sense of mystery that finds no resolution in our life. Art is never Accomplishment; it is an endless search where even fate takes part in its attainment. I do not believe in a work of art that provides a sense of completeness to an artist’s journey, because it can always be surpassed.