Making art is a dedication to creation. It is a spiritual quest, an act of love and… a challenging exciting journey.

To decide what needs to be created demands a strange mix of self-reflection, responsiveness to the world we’re in, seeking inspiration and discriminating what has merit to be pursued. How one gets inspired is such a personal and often intuitive or even spiritual process. For me it can be almost anything:  a book, a song, an unexpected encounter with another being or even a bad news message on CNN. Especially traveling and nature seem to touch and excite me profoundly. Most of all it is a combination of all of that and more, as one is so often linked to the other. Traveling brings me to new places and always initiates new ideas; through the people I meet, sounds, smells, tastes, landscapes, cultures, thoughts, dreams et cetera. It accumulates in 4-dimensional “realities” that exist only because of the world and me in continuous ever-changing relationship. I look at our world but am an intricate part of it as well. I am a witness and a participant. That often puzzles my mind, challenges my heart and questions my soul. It is a journey into understanding who I am, how I want to communicate with the world, the time we are in and what I believe needs to be put into form as a valuable addition to the vast ocean of ‘stuff’ that is being made in the name of art. It is a humbling experience. It makes me insecure, at times even depressed, frustrated or… utterly blissful, mostly!

To create is not a choice but a necessity; it is my life and my ‘raison d’etre’ as well as my greatest joy. In art I feel most bonded with my spirit, Source, nature, the world, mankind, and the Universe.

My attempt, to my best ability, is to give my ever-changing vision of beauty to this world to counter the vast mass of manmade ugliness. It’s up to the world to decide if it is of any value.