The moment I leave a great art exhibition I fall into deep reflection and struggle with with my frustration. I feel as if I have ceased to exist. I yearn for my artistic wings that will allow my soul to fly.
My days at The Academy of Arts in Cairo found me studying the sculptures of Bernini. Now in Rome I am so close to Bernini’s Pluto and Prosperine that I can smell the marble Bernini used to carve these magnificent sculptures. Where are my wings to fly?
Shine on you Crazy Diamond, plays in the background while I paint during the night and gently the wings of my soul begin to flutter. People, friends, thoughts and images begin to twirl inside me and then explode in a harmonious dance on the canvas. When I have completed my painting I step back and ponder, ” Has this painting been painted by the same person as the others?” The answer is yes, each painting is a facet of my soul. I have experienced catharsis rising from the tension inside. The tension and catharsis are infinite…I am alive…I am flying”