Biography
Canvases are just windows, windows opening and revealing inner worlds. Those worlds which everyday life ineluctably overwhelms. Yet, sometimes, like magic, the windows separating inner worlds from outer ones are left open or ajar and a tiny piece of soul flies away and settles among colours and canvases. Every now and then time stops; that's when you can shed a new light on things; a moment becomes a day; days years and when the last stroke is given, you can feel inside as if long time passed by. The canvas is a mirror where you can reflect shapes, colours, and wishes of never-ending worlds man locks in his inner self. Colours become feelings, emotions pulled out from inside which push to be taken out, to be born. They are minute pieces of soul becoming coloured horses laughing or weeping, lonely and astonished women wondering about the reasons underlying existence and life mysteries. Trees have wings and fly since everything is magic, everything can be created by a blank canvas - an entire world to be formed.
