I am a fugitive from reality,
seeing thru a portal with my imagination.
Art is the place where
I went every time, any time
when I am with myself.
And always somethings signaling back
“hey come and play with us
tell our stories.”
!cliché?
I get input references about life,
meaning, love, death, robots, relationships, etc.
through my eyes into my brain/soul mind,
and then after long long processing, I just start projecting on any
natural or digital fabric, framework, skeleton, or rind
A little bit about my imaginary studio.
I name it ex calvaria,
in this little place, I produce everything.
Bartha Gallery 