|Certain events come and go, like a shooting star illuminating critical moments briefly then disappearing.|
Certain events come and go, like a shooting star illuminating critical moments briefly then disappearing. Since I have endured several instances of being stripped mentally in my life by the authorities, I don’t mind speaking somewhat about myself. My artistic lineage goes back generations on both sides of my family, revealing early on my destined path to pursue life through the strokes of a brush. My great-grandfather was a talented artist and my parents began their relationship over because of the Arts. In my late twenties I searched for a crack in the iron curtain, but before I could slip through I was caught. In an instant, all dreams and hopes were diminished to a number and my desire for a creative life. My imprisonment continued long after the sentence, I constantly tripped the controls imposed on all aspects of my existence. It turns out that I am not a shooting star after all, but through my strength its now possible to present others, what I was not allowed all those years.