I believe that men are good.
I believe that men are intelligent. I believe that men are just.
But I also believe, that each one has an angel behind that whispers.
Loarca, the Director of SomArts Gallery in San Francisco, asked
me to write some statements about my art for the show, explaining
what my art is about, what I represent, what is my philosophy,
and so on. It is very difficult to explain the unexplainable!
So I asked him to give me an example; "What do you say about
your art?" "Well," he said, "I paint dogs...there is a mythical
dog in my country that does everything that humans do."
can I say about the essence of my art? What do I represent or
express in my art? One can write a story or a philosophical
essay and create characters; but I am not a writer; I am rather
a reader. My belief is that to create paintings is much more
complex. Myself, I go back in memory of my life as far back
as earliest childhood, to about when I just started to walk,
and what impressions were left in my memory. I cannot go beyond
that to remember mentally, but there is a, as I call it, Blood
Memory, which is memory stored in the unconscious.
often I ask myself, "Why do I paint?" "Why?!?!" and I don't
have an answer. I paint by sheer impulse...maybe by accident,
or because of my blood memory; as we call it, "soul experience".
I visited a friend of mine. We sat on the outside deck, and
my friend went into the house to get a bottle of Vodka, and
I was left alone for a few moments. I looked around and my eyes
caught a sight of a crystal, attached to a branch by a thread,
swaying gently in the breeze, and sparkling with the full range
of colours, like a diamond. Looking at it, filled me with a
great joy. Then
my friend appeared with Vodka and so on, and I forgot about
few days later, I remembered it, and again I felt so elated
and happy. I asked myself, "What is it?" In the whole universe,
here I am, and I just had one look at that piece of glass, and
it triggered such a happiness. I was not analytical or mental
about it. It just fiilled me with great feelings of sympathy
and joy just to be alive. This little piece of crystals, exploded
with that full range of colours, merely reflecting sunlight,
and at that moment I felt what a surfer must feel when he catches
a perfect wave. It filled me again with a great feeling of sympathy
and peace. I got such an influx of sympathy, unnamed, and to
everything I don't know.
brings me to my life and paintings. I am painting my imaginary
voyage and my deepest sympathy to life. "Why?" Just by the call
from my blood memory. I am depicting my deepest sympathy and
gratefulness, that I have this privilege; to live in this world,
among humans, flowers, animals, to breathe blue air and get
filled with golden sunlight.
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