Scenery of Styrofoam

Things start simple
with a turn of the switch.

The Chinese say, even the biggest of trips,
begin with the first step.

A snap in the mind, an unidentified mood
for discovering new worlds, cheap colors,
some abandoned pieces of Styrofoam,
and out of nowhere the first step has been made.

The unusual thing is that sometime, someday, painting decided it wanted to occupy me. It was so surprisingly convincing in its call that although I had no relationship with it I followed it. I then painted my first piece of art, 18 years old, and ever since I haven’t stopped painting not even for a day.
Our relationship has had some ups and downs, but has been and always will be so erotic…