Introduction
I know that I will die one day... although thankfully at this moment I don’t know how and I don’t know when. Deep inside myself I have always been aware of this. I know I’ll have to leave people I love, already some have left me. It is a loss which is vivid, a hauntingly profound sentiment in the images I paint. Death itself cannot be experienced and is perfunctory in the images. Loss is what binds me to every other human and why even the most anonymous death touches me. It leads me to question what is the meaning of my own life?

The atlas of images are lessons in living through a visceral aesthetic experience. The light these paintings cast is more intense than that of many philosophical treaties; they do not offer a narrative nor is their intention to be therapeutic or particularly morbid.

Their power derives from facts and from the simple way these are represented. Represented is exact "to render present again" that which escapes our awareness. The hidden far side of things and of time, the heart of anguish and of hope, the sufferings of another. The eternal dialogue between life and death.