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Seeing is an evolution, like Life itself.
Reflecting on it, refines my attempts to frame reality,
understanding what’s in front of me.

So, I wonder often at the water’s edge,

what people meant saying, “Water is Life.”

That must imply a wide space of meanings, interpretations, and relationships to unravel.

People always gaze at what laid there, and beyond.

Relationship defines identity, and a certain level of abstraction

is needed to relate to properties my eye can’t see.

So, I meditate on manifestations of it.

With each spring coming, I await Life unfolding, with my greedy senses to get it all in.

I carry everything within me. I feel it. The torrents of molecules,

the invisible instructions of Life’s cycle, answering the call of the sun.

Although I am bonded, there is a caveat in all of it, I realize.

Scene from Georgian Bay, Ontario

Chaos is a natural state of matter in the universe. Life, the notable exception,

survives by carving out an orderly space of living conditions in the physical world.

Although physics might have nothing to do with Life,

to survive, Life must have everything to do with physics.

The world is multi-polar now, divided by many systemic problems.

Life was pushed backstage, so was I.

Life is a bridge, a place to start, and my work is intended as a reference.

For decades, I used to escape the urban world into a different realm of reasoning.

My experiences, ideas and thoughts from it transpired in my exhibition projects

at private and public galleries.

"The painter constructs, the photographer discloses."

Susan Sontag, an American intellectual and writer.

“I know that our libraries were not won without suffering,

 and may be lost again through our cowardice.”

Upton Sinclair, an American intellectual and writer.

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