Nice lines or good impressions are of little concern to me. My focus is on the naked truth – breathe in and breathe out. These are the moments when life feels fullest. Thought patterns are programmed into us, and the brain would betray itself for a lump of sugar without hesitation. Only what I can feel can be true.

The universe was created from cosmic dust and I am a particle of it. Transporting these dancing particles onto a painting board is the only reason for me to create art.

I don’t master art, art masters me.

The materials I use for the artworks are secondary to me. Acrylics offers a wide range of possibilities, which I really enjoy working with. I have no style.

My DNA gives me access to the frequencies I vibrate with. I feel with all my senses and reflect it on the board. It often takes me a long time to understand what my works tell. My audience reflects and deciphers the messages flawlessly. I don’t like long descriptions of my work because words can only express it so limited.

If you have the courage to get involved with my scribbling, you will experience far more than just a visual experience. My artworks are alive. They contain unadulterated vibrations of reality. I call it abstract realism. The eyes search for familiar patterns, but your mind touches reality in its purest form. Many of my works belong in a meditative space where the observer experiences their own inner home. A place of silence where dreams become reality. Lingering with my works allows the transformation from within. The confrontation can be challenging. Something for people who are looking for a higher self and have opened their hearts to it. For others it remains abstract art.