From the moment my hands know how to grip, I started to scribble on all kinds of surfaces available. Maybe you have the same experiences too. For me, every time I see my old drawings from three to nine years old that my father kept for me, on which the rough signatures looks like consecutive currencies, I know that for others this kind of action may be just a momentary thing, but for me, it is a habitude.
I am habited to document with pen and paper, the touch and smell of books, shouting to myself, handcrafting alone; with my eyes to see, my ears to listen, my nose to smell, and my mouth to speak.
Decades have passed, the fast pace modernity has taught us to electronic readings, smartphones, to listen to music with headphones, to breath under masks… Even when we are face to face, we still chat with our devices. We play games and enjoy in the virtual world. The space between human and machine, or people and the modern products is shifting slowly. We are entirely dependent on those devices. We perceive the world without our five senses, they have become secondary. The function of the human body is degenerating.Maybe we will destroy ourselves before the outside does.
In hyper modernity, insensitivity makes people abnormal.I observe this phenomenon and always alert myself to be vigilant.I use old magazines and journals, as well as daily observations to find interesting imagery and transform them to my paintings. Afterwards, I am totally free from the constraints of imagery.I deconstruct the initial image and integrate new concepts with the removal of any unrelated elements to make my message clear and have the final visual.I still use the way of expression since my childhood, which is to incorporate familiar things and create a new visual relation, a good distance between the reality and the images.Those early scribbles keep me from ossification and enlighten me to rethink about the cause of painting.