The breath of the muse Painting

I’ve come accross painting when I was 28. The life I’d been building by then have shattered into pieces. It was that crisis of a life-phase and my internal motivation that drove my attention toward art. From that moment on my thirst for creating became a sort of therapy, the main motivation of my life, a feeling that stems from instincts and integrates into my mind.I became an outsider born from instincts. A gift, received from the Gods. I had the chance to stand at the beginning of that path. Naked, skeletonized, with a talisman in my neck and a sword hanging by my side to fight all the new battles of my life.I’ve never been as happy ever since. But the path in front of me was full of obstacles.I had started working in a musty old cellar. Surrounded myself with books on art to sate my thirst for knowledge, while I tried to create. Years went by. Every penny I earned I spent on paint and canvasses, smiling and happy, because I knew they’d help me make my next steps on my path. And now I’ve gotten this far. Looking back, it’s been a 17 years long journey. The very same sword is still hanging by my side, and I am still an outsider. This path only belongs to me. And I promise you this: I will keep walking it as long as I’m alive. My themes get the first coat in my mind, then I work them out on the canvas. I tend to use various painting techniques, but in all my works they are subordinated to the information and its effects conveyed by the theme. The feelings I want to share through my work take on figural shapes. I try to move the viewer’s look using individual elements of effects. My art aspires for symbiosis between the spectators and the chosen theme in all cases.