Mysterious Entities

When I first began painting, my dream was simple yet ambitious: to create works that carried the same intensity and emotion as a Renaissance masterpiece. I envisioned each piece not just as a work of art, but as something deserving of its own golden frame, the kind you’d find in a museum, timeless and revered.

I remember an old friend of mine, Burt, who was a master framer and the owner of Frame Art. Years ago, when I was just starting out, he told me something I’ve never forgotten. With a kind smile, he said, "Your paintings belong in a beautiful gold frame, like the ones you see in museums. They’re the tuxedo of your work." Burt has long since passed, but I still hold his words close to my heart. One day, I hope to fulfill that promise—both to myself and to him.

I’ve never been one to follow the crowd, and I don’t intend to start now, not in art, nor in music. My path has always been my own, and though it may not always be the easiest, it’s the only one I know. In my work, I strive for something that feels both personal and profound, something that stands outside of the trends and the noise of the world. That, I believe, is where true art lies