It occurred to me only recently that, although I have been making Art for a long time, most people don't have any idea that I am an Artist. As a philosophy, such anonymity is diametrically opposed to what I feel an Artist should be doing. So, in response, I decided to digitize and upload the following pages of paintings which I made over the last twenty years. These paintings were "seeded" in Toronto Canada , Berlin Germany, as well as Prague in the Czech Republic and perhaps other places where I scribbled something.
As for explanations: I feel I am at a disadvantage when describing a retrospective of my own work. To me, the paintings represent memories of places and people in my own story, This is sometimes far from the intentions of why I produced the paintings in the first place.
Things change, and it's really interesting to think how a historical process diverges from our original misunderstood pretentions.
So please leave lots of comments, insults and what not and add to the greater story which no longer has anything to do with me.
So now what?