Art is my first language and my deepest meditation. I visit familiar lands and new territory in my work. I have lived in and travelled to many countries around the world, from the turquoise waters of The Maldives Islands to the brown deserts of Sudan.  I have sought out foreign cultures, ancient histories, and the eternal sacred while admiring patterns and designs around the world. Years later, I never stopped traveling, never stopped creating art. Today, surprisingly I remain more passionate than ever in responding to artistic patterns, designs and motifs no matter where I may see them. I hold Native American tribal symbols, Islamic geometry or the Indian paisley dear to my aesthetic field. Such art forms engender larger objects, provide organization, decoration and meaning which I try to capture in my art.

 

 I also follow closely the patterns configured quite naturally by animals, flowers and vegetation. The attention to detail of simple elements of daily life situated in different contexts is reflected in my intricate art. The beginning for me almost always is the primordial doodle. This somehow grows perhaps into a complex expression of oriental sensibility. I dye my paper, leave it in the sun on a sunny day and include elements from the earth, seeking persistently and happily to combine them all in a pattern with ink and pen. It is the fluency of this process, the moving toward something bigger than my first doodle that has my creative juices flowing. I thus offer my interpretations and hope to touch people through my art, for love of the present or for some distant nostalgia that my work might trigger in others. This fascination with patterns has inspired me to where I am today. Working and creating what to me are life patterns, I am at peace with myself. From this process, I experience a natural "high". I don't feel I am inventing "art" but I am making, first and foremost, something pleasing to my eye which stirs something within me.

 

 I want to share the joy that I feel through my work with the viewer. I hope to do so not in presenting "big themes" or in extreme ways, but in the first simple, sensory pleasure perhaps of the "Wow" moment. That spontaneous exhalation of joy as one admires a tablecloth at dinner or a fetching design on a billboard or in the sky- something one finds just beautiful. This sudden loss of oneself in the field of pattern is the beginning of a journey into one's inner self. Cultural, religious and philosophical underpinnings are all brought out from this first gaze. This first experience. I hope in some way my first language engages you in the "Wow" moment and its life thereafter.