Art is a ritual, it has the place of a prayer in my life, it is sacred. At times, the inner space appearing is quiet but full of life, like the color white; peaceful and calm, yet contains the whole spectrum of colors.

In this state of mind time has no meaning. Action, movement and thought follow inevitably from the previous one. Those are the moments in which the soul is happy, becoming conscious that I do not need any external source to feel complete. This process can be described best as "effortless hard work". Subtle tuning of the heart. The mind has to step backward. It is a slow searching, finding the line and losing it again.

For me, art means to let go, to quiet the mind. In those moments, somehow, ideas appear, as if they were always there. Just waiting for someone to hold his pencil and let them flow. With letting go and trying to receive, a whole world of the past comes to life. A world of awe and grace in which humans are a part of broad creation, full of shapes and faces, all dancing to a divine song. This place got extinct long ago, its wisdom forgotten and degenerated, the gate towards that other reality has long been sealed.

In ancient traditions one could not separate art and religion. Art stood in the service of God but also attributed to him. Beauty and flourishing were gifts of the gods. The artist, although skilled and devoted, is only an instrument in the mercy of a superior force. Art as a way of expressing gratitude and humbleness, appears to me as beautiful, modest and much healthier to the human soul than art as a way to express oneself.

For me, art is a spiritual work; every line is a prayer for inspiration and guidance. Every taint a praising song for mystery and beauty. in my work I am trying to depict those rare moments, elusive and wondrous, nameless and indescribable. They are clear as a crystal but vanishing too quick to actually touch them.

Let the beauty of what you love be what you do. There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the earth. (Rumi)