In the ancient Chinese philosophy, Yin and Yang, is the principle that all things exist as inseparable and contradictory opposites, dualities, representing polar qualities of a whole. Interchangeable, they chase each other or give rise to each other, interdependent to one another, they seek balance. The splitting of a whole appears to be the beginning of the change.
I've been seeking balance for as much of my life, as far as I can remember back to my childhood; trying to grasp it by building high towers with my blocks or balancing pebbles at the beach. Nevertheless, the more I try to grasp it, the more it slips away from me, after many years stuck in a loop of recurrent mistakes I finally (maybe) understand that it is only when I let it go that I can find my mind at rest.
Recent upsetting things happened in our lives, luckily nothing that really harm neither my family nor myself, yet juggling all that comes at you from all sides it's challenging and draining. Painting or usually engaging in some craft activities seem to clear my mind, it lifts me onto another mental level where I can feel happy and free.
Painting for me has been a curse and a blessing, a curse when all I could produce (in the past) was the result of dark, negative and sad thoughts. A blessing, because the block I had for many years, forced me to work on certain aspects of my character (not without pain) until I've started to see that there is positiveness in this world and that things can be changed for better depending how we decide to see things.
What I paint now comes from positive feelings, it doesn't matter if I paint still life, series of vessels or abstract forms. They are just forms that appeal to me, shapes that can be seen as they are or as a space they produce around their perimeter. Putting vessels on a row is a way to investigate balance, as a composition of still life is.
I look at masters: Morandi, Agnes Martin, William Scott, Ellsworth Kelly, Mark Rothko, Lucie Rie. I look at the work of contemporary potters like Edmund de Waal, Takashi Endo, Taizo Kuroda and so on. Inspiration can come from a well curated feed on Instagram or from a garage door nearby. I don't see myself as an accomplished painter or artist, I'm just at the beginning, I'm still searching, learning, studying, and probably that will never stop. My work can only evolve if I evolve, and my work can only be called work if people can see it.
Painting and making things is not about the object itself, it's about the journey, the experiences I make while living this life, the positive message I can share through it. To reduce it at a mere lifeless object, no matter how well presented or made, it's meaningless to me. A new journey has began, the breaking of that whole has brought changes.