When I was 8 my family decamped from California to Beirut, where I took my first
oil painting class from a professor who was active in the vibrant Beirut art scene at that time.It was the beginning of an early nomadic life of moving from culture to culture.  My father, an architect, had a form-driven ethos, which I absorbed through osmosis. He was always sketching fantastic buildings on small little cocktail napkins, disposable extemporaneous sketches, the pen bleeding back into the napkin. These sketches held fascination for me as a free associative process of art.

I am interested in nebulous  shapes  and random marks that may have originated from an object or subject, but which have ambiguous form and are therefore open to interpretation. The medium is the vehicle that drives the work to be part of a larger whole.
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