“Someday emerging at last from a violent insight. Let me sing out in jubilation and praise to assenting angels. Let not one clearly-struck hammers of my heart fail to sound because of a slack, a doubtful, or a broken string.

Let my joyfully streaming face make me more radiant; let me hidden weeping arise and blossom. How dear you will be to me then, you nights of anguish. Why didn’t I kneel more deeply to accept you, inconsolable sisters, and surrendering, lose myself in your loosened hair. How we squander our hours of pain. How we gaze beyond them into the bitter duration to see if they have an end.

Though they are really our winter enduring foliage, our dark evergreen, our season in our inner year- not only a season in time- but our place and settlement, foundation and soil and home.”

— Rainer Maria Rilke

This is all about symbolism

All the different interpretations of one image and what it represents to us all.

Surrealism plays with visually presenting what thoughts may look like, what moments in time feel like.

My paintings also attempt to capture the undefinable power of iconography in the modern world.