Sliding Doors

Years ago, faced with agonizing decision of whether to become an artist or a doctor, I heard a phrase that defined my professional life ever since, and made me who I am today. The phrase was: 'Doctors' mistakes go into the ground; artists' mistakes live forever'. Nothing had ever made more sense to me. Nothing has made me want to find the elusive perfection more, with everything I've got, and not leave any mistakes behind. It doesn't matter how many of those were made on the road in search of that perfect image, the most effective brush stroke, the right inspiration and the perfect way to communicate to others what was there on one's mind and soul. I had to do it, it truly felt like the only thing I was born to do. So I chose to become an Artist (or maybe the Art chose me)... Ironically, I became a doctor, too - not the medical one though. Both titles were gained during the years of study of how to make complicated things look so effortless. How to help people's souls fly. How to be skilled enough to paint anything I fancied, and honest enough to put raw emotions on canvas and not being afraid to bare my own soul in front of so many.

Sometimes people marvel at how quickly I can paint. I joke that it only took 20 years to learn how to do it so fast. And now, for the first time, I feel ready to share my story - not the usual way through the images on canvas. The way I've never done it before: by words alone. Having said that, a Fine Artist is only as good as the feeling they awake in people by their creations, not by talking of how they would love to be painting. So, my 'babies', my paintings, will help me along by accompanying my stories in the future. There we go, together, on this new road of discovery of how the world operates in this informative age. We are on-line, side by side, my paintings and my mind put in words. How strange and how exciting. And they say that artists are like dogs: understand everything, but can't reply in words. Defining gravity then - defining the stigma and wrong assumptions. We talk (only once asked to do it for about thousand times -by the press, by our agents, and now by this demanding new age!) This is the perfect (hmm, or possibly rather not!) example of just that.

A thought for the day then - also heard somewhere, not my own: 'Horses with wings - are they Pegasus?' - 'No, they are creative intelligentsia'!