For the first time in my life, I feel secure enough to share my inner feelings about my life's work, to analyze it, and to share in words what I have visually created. I feel that I have used words only as a primary survival tool. It is not easy to duplicate the same feelings in two different vehicles of linguistic expressiveness.
I would like to define and talk about the main elemental forces that drove me to create my latest (visual) journey (in my visual trip). I will try to be simple and straight-forward about the facts, but the sweetness of this discovery makes it difficult. The colors of my newfound palette are taking over my brain, and there is no stopping it. I would like to talk about a topic that has affected the world we thought we knew and, no doubt, changed all modes of human understanding.
COVID immersed me in a world of isolation, but it was much more than that. As time progressed, my colors became muted, so I succumbed to using only black and white. My subjects became complex, so I felt I was mutating into a new universe.
Being stifled, not able to speak, touch, or communicate, finally opened the gates I needed to change skins, reinvent myself, and start listening to those new voices. My new series "Mutations" is the door to a future with a clear sky, bright colors, and a new sense of reality. For now anyway!
"Mutation"—a regression into time and space! Pencil drawing on paper.