His works are a combination of the powerful driving force, shocking, "molten". Images that revive the audiences primitive spot. Chaos is electric and controlled with the crack of the artists whip! The intensity richness and depth of color flourishes throughout and beyond the image, an orchestra of adrenaline is set free. The canvas skin is stretched out. It's sensitive surface responding to the artists seduction. The artist creates subconscious folding time, and goes beyond the dimensions of the canvases prison wall corners. Folding it out infinitely to encompass the viewers, inviting them to the artists experience of the (razor treatment of the canvas). Using paint the way a spider uses a web, capturing the unanticipated with calculation.
The place between (death and life) cascades upon the artists eye, riveting his doing and ideas of creation to the skin. He knows the language of art, listens to it and speaks it. But it's an echo from the artist of the past, looking for boundaries to assess their scientific methods and technique. Forgetting the personal or the person and the natural. Doing the doing of the crack down kick assers.
Some people will like his art, or not. Some people don't like cream and sugar in their coffee, but if they try it a few times maybe they will like it! He is determined to create his notion of (the I). An artifact of his time, not theirs or your's. You cannot imagine the magnitude of his time, not theirs or yours. You cannot imagine the magnitude of driven energy, and seduction that he must endure before during and after art makes him. When they blinked he did it his way. (the driving force).