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Short Introduction
The visual arts have been at the center of my life from my earliest memories. My mother was a painter and she taught me to observe the world intently; she also conveyed themysteries of the creative artist; a love of introspection; and an intelligence built onassociation. My father had a passion for classical literature and he taught me theimportance of words, sentences, logic. He introduced thematic concerns. My own form of expression, I like to believe, is a combination of the two.My sentimental education was not based on failed romances, or successful ones,for that matter. But my maturity to appreciate art. I believe visual art is born in theemotional realm, that it lives in emotion as a human being lives in the open air. A poetonce said that art leaves the imprint of the artist¶s emotions as she creates.I hope these essays carry a sense of experimental wonder to whomever readsthem; also a love of beautiful forms, and a sadness toward self-destruction. Because I amnot a visual artist, I have the privilege of looking on, the privilege of an outsider¶s pointof view. I admire painting, drawing, illustration, photography, architecture, even music,like a little boy mystified by a magic trick. Literature and writing, on the other hand, is atrick I wish to learn.