Since I was a very young child, nothing kept me more occupied than creating objects of beauty. When my interest and passions expanded into different areas, painting got abandoned for a long time.

Only in the last few years, when completely overwhelming spiritual seeking or rather seeking for some kind of understanding of the nature of this so-called "reality" took over "my life", painting turned to be the most appropriate medium I could turn to in an attempt to express the eternal, nondual, amazing mystery, we call Life, which simply is Unconditional Love.

I can't think of better words to describe, what appears to take place when out of nothing, apparent something, that is later called a painting appears, then this words by William Shakespeare from "A midsummer Night's Dream"