The paintings you see here have their source
In the subconscious of my mind.
I begin by looking for figures and faces in clouds and shadows,
Stuccoed walls, textured ceilings and random scrawls
From the unsteady hands of children.
Curious drawings from these found images,
Holding a multitude of meaning in their economic line,
Then grow into paintings, drawing information from all around:
Dreams, memories, and sights seen every day
Make their way onto the canvas.
They take on a life of their own and
Present themselves as whimsical and poignant,
Disturbing and dreamlike.
As they come from areas of my mind unavailable for scrutiny,
I cannot explain to you what is their meaning.
They must speak for themselves.
