My passion for design dates back to my childhood … I was always drawing secretly, even when I was not drawing, I looked at the world as if I was drawing it. Amedeo Modigliani said: “the art of design should never perish, its end would mean the end of art itself”. This is my inspiration and this is what I have always kept in my heart as an artist.
As far back as I can remember, I used design as a way of explaining everything that I encountered in the world to myself. Drawing was effortless and it was of vital importance to me as I navigated through the tender ages of my young life; as I observed, stopping here or there. I reconfirmed what I had discovered with a black line scratched on a thin piece of paper.
It all started one day when I picked a flower in a garden. I placed the flower gently in the palm of my left hand and carefully examined it. There before me, in that moment, I beheld the most beautiful design that I could ever wish to see.
It was perfect. There, in an instant, before the beauty of this freshly picked flower, I was profoundly touched and my life’s vocation was born.
As I walk through life and sometimes encounter cruelty, the wounds I have received on occasion, forces me to continually seek the beauty that I encountered on that fateful and life changing day.
Over the years, I realized that the flower had a face, the same face that had also generated that perfect and fragile flower.
That is the face that I am always searching for tirelessly.