My work is a series of reflections from my own experience. They are photo documents, time pieces stamped on film, paper, and then canvas. These moments moved me in a direction of social consciousness and action.
These works are celebration of Humanity. They are homage to the oppressed, to the beggars I call "Saints", to women who still suffer inequity and most of injustices in this post-modern, post-colonial, still mostly "Patriarchal" world, to children who are trapped in the cycle of poverty, to the marginalized, forgotten, neglected, unspoken. They are my Big Heroes. They are my Gurus, my Teachers, my Saints.
I studied "Technique Mixte" with Maestro Patrick Betaudier in his atelier in Monflanquin , France. I learned to draw at Angel Academy of Art in Florence under Maestro John Michael Angel who apprenticed with Pietro Annigoni. Before I followed my calling, an accident changed my direction. It was winter of 1997, I fell down the stairs and broke the hand I use to paint. The night before surgery before placing screws to connect the broken bones, God spoke to me, "You have to paint." The next day, I was being prepped for the procedure. The doctor took the splinters off and asked me to move my right hand and form a fist. My hand followed his command and succeeded. He was baffled. He took an x-ray. The overlapping bones were back in place. He declared he has never seen this before. It was impossible. I knew otherwise. A miracle. It was possible. From the time I left the hospital, my right hand never stopped moving.
These works are celebration of Humanity. They are homage to the oppressed, to the beggars I call "Saints", to women who still suffer inequity and most of injustices in this post-modern, post-colonial, still mostly "Patriarchal" world, to children who are trapped in the cycle of poverty, to the marginalized, forgotten, neglected, unspoken. They are my Big Heroes. They are my Gurus, my Teachers, my Saints.
I studied "Technique Mixte" with Maestro Patrick Betaudier in his atelier in Monflanquin , France. I learned to draw at Angel Academy of Art in Florence under Maestro John Michael Angel who apprenticed with Pietro Annigoni. Before I followed my calling, an accident changed my direction. It was winter of 1997, I fell down the stairs and broke the hand I use to paint. The night before surgery before placing screws to connect the broken bones, God spoke to me, "You have to paint." The next day, I was being prepped for the procedure. The doctor took the splinters off and asked me to move my right hand and form a fist. My hand followed his command and succeeded. He was baffled. He took an x-ray. The overlapping bones were back in place. He declared he has never seen this before. It was impossible. I knew otherwise. A miracle. It was possible. From the time I left the hospital, my right hand never stopped moving.
