Professional Artist since 1983.
Fine Artist in acrylic, oil, pastel, ink, technical pen &
paint brush media (figures & abstracts) as well as
writing and computer art.
The Creator started this realm by accidentally turning on
the lights, unveiling an overcrowded toolshed where the just
born eternity happened in a trial-error manner, mixing
materials and sentient beings that briefly evolved and
prematurely disappeared, clearing space for new beings, each
one exceptional, making it difficult to credit the same
creator for their substance.
That fish was unique, with unwavering persistence in any
task, like swimming or fishing, square dancing or
stand-alone freestyle ballet, writing poems on the abyssal
sand bed, dreaming of moving to a mythical dryland where
people are people, trees are trees and, in an instant, fish
become a race demoted to the cruel category of livestock,
everybody’s free food. This is why the Creator chose that
same fish to be the first one to leap into evolution, in an
age when all animal existence was underwater, beginning a
sequel that eventually led to a collective ‘you’.
The lack of time to rest comes with the Creator’s job,
perhaps motivated by remorseful scars still bleeding for
having started a universal chaos, the Big Bang that occurs
daily at every blink of an eye.
Being the first creative work ever, it was unscripted,
increasing the chance of failure that had to be corrected by
burning down any traces of misdeed, Francis Bacon style,
when in fact it is a tacit reckoning that error plays an
essential role in any creative action. Unfortunately,
“error” belongs to the family branch that must be hidden,
walled up, in order to preserve a pristine result whose
values remain chained to the next experimental fate, a
succession of colorful links blending with the eternal
Once this cumulative process reaches a certain level it’s
pointless to try to slow it down, absorbing more and more
attention from the Creator. No chance for vacation or
Shabbat, as in Vedic breathing, exhaling universes, galaxies
and any imaginable ingenuity, because if The Creator were to
stop, it would be like flipping off the lights and
contemplating the shadows slowly streaming in reverse until
the room turns back to full emptiness.