Faced with a world where time has been reduced to immediacy, without memory or vision, and with a humankind petrified by the horror it is capable of unleashing, blinded by its repeated mistakes, disheartened by its fear of an apocalypse it believes is inevitable, what have I become?
This is the question that has moved me to pause and look inwards. The margins that others have set for me and which they use to identify me suffocate me. My humanity is dying, and I hate what I have become. I need to breathe, to extend across time and space, to experience all that is new and unexpected with joy and wonder, to lose myself in boundlessness.
That is why I have chosen to engage with art, to strip myself bare through a path of purification, to leave the world as if I were no longer a part of it, so as to be able to observe it from an external point of view, freely and objectively, seeking a new, better man.
As an artist and a believer, I am convinced that humanity is both a gift and an opportunity, a path on which we may encounter God and recognise Him in every person we meet.