My definition of art: The study of expressing my observations through a visual language, under observance of my real and subconscious everyday events.The best way to describe my concepts and my inspirations that determine the kind of work I do, relates explicitly in my mind to what I have experienced through my life and most importantly where I came from.
Art & Faith
I was told once by a veteran of Iraq that the best thing to support veterans overcome the isolation they encounter when they come back from war, is to simply talk to them instead of buying them a beer. As he started to cry while saying this. I realized how important it is for all people to tell their stories, their history and their struggle.
The road less traveled by reveals strength in art, sparked by the faith in myself, it shows a positive and emerging status in the fine artist world. My biggest step of faith was moving to San Francisco in 2003, for the promise of seeing the bigger picture that depicted all cultures and ideas, while attending the Academy of Art University for a fruitful career in the Fine Arts. As my eyes were overwhelmed by all the injustices, pre-judgements and neglect of society toward those without a voice in the future of this world (because of classist separation), I react and stay true to that voice that tells me this is wrong.
Who is the voice? That voice comes as a smile from a child, it comes as a greeting from a fellow skateboarder, it comes from the streets asking for justice. Realism will not stop me from achieving my lifetime goal. To have all these voices heard including mine and my ancestors. They tell me to protect mother earth and all its inhabitants. I do this by riding my bike around the city using my body as a mode of transportation. In the tryptic paintings called Critical Mass I, II and III, colors and movement overwhelm the image. However, the story of these photographs are parallel to their energy. Every month on the last Friday every biker in San Francisco congregates in the Ferry Building at six-thirty p.m. to ride around the city as a reminder to use bikes as the mode of transportation instead of a car.
The process of my paintings consists of trying to be everywhere in San Francisco where cultural and social communities come together for one common purpose. Something that would make us alike but still allowing our own opinions, tastes, humor, and reasons for being there to be heard. Whenever I see a striking, thought provoking and conceptual image before my eyes I grab a hold of my camera. The image must contain a certain Idea or question with just the right mood. If there is a story I will capture it, if the quality is just right, I will paint it. My art comes from my real life in San Francisco. My faith now lies in the people I see: family, community organizers, potential heroes and pieces of my own landscape. My paintings should work as reminders that we are all connected as humans and to keep in mind that everyone and every conversation we have must teach us a lesson of understanding and wisdom.
Art & Faith
I was told once by a veteran of Iraq that the best thing to support veterans overcome the isolation they encounter when they come back from war, is to simply talk to them instead of buying them a beer. As he started to cry while saying this. I realized how important it is for all people to tell their stories, their history and their struggle.
The road less traveled by reveals strength in art, sparked by the faith in myself, it shows a positive and emerging status in the fine artist world. My biggest step of faith was moving to San Francisco in 2003, for the promise of seeing the bigger picture that depicted all cultures and ideas, while attending the Academy of Art University for a fruitful career in the Fine Arts. As my eyes were overwhelmed by all the injustices, pre-judgements and neglect of society toward those without a voice in the future of this world (because of classist separation), I react and stay true to that voice that tells me this is wrong.
Who is the voice? That voice comes as a smile from a child, it comes as a greeting from a fellow skateboarder, it comes from the streets asking for justice. Realism will not stop me from achieving my lifetime goal. To have all these voices heard including mine and my ancestors. They tell me to protect mother earth and all its inhabitants. I do this by riding my bike around the city using my body as a mode of transportation. In the tryptic paintings called Critical Mass I, II and III, colors and movement overwhelm the image. However, the story of these photographs are parallel to their energy. Every month on the last Friday every biker in San Francisco congregates in the Ferry Building at six-thirty p.m. to ride around the city as a reminder to use bikes as the mode of transportation instead of a car.
The process of my paintings consists of trying to be everywhere in San Francisco where cultural and social communities come together for one common purpose. Something that would make us alike but still allowing our own opinions, tastes, humor, and reasons for being there to be heard. Whenever I see a striking, thought provoking and conceptual image before my eyes I grab a hold of my camera. The image must contain a certain Idea or question with just the right mood. If there is a story I will capture it, if the quality is just right, I will paint it. My art comes from my real life in San Francisco. My faith now lies in the people I see: family, community organizers, potential heroes and pieces of my own landscape. My paintings should work as reminders that we are all connected as humans and to keep in mind that everyone and every conversation we have must teach us a lesson of understanding and wisdom.
