Like forlorn lovers, each form stands like a lonely island while the all-pervasive blue flows meandering by. Only the hiatus defines the thin crevice of life, holds on to it between non-existence on the one hand and death on the other. He'd love to bring an end to all forms of suffering, religions and barriers that hold us apart, and dreams to make that bridge that will take us to the depths of the Milky Way and beyond. On a more philosophical note, he is frightened that one day he will die without knowing the true meaning of existence, and what part, if any, he played by being here in the first place. The guilt of time, of existence, looms large in the staunching vacuum of space.
Humans discover that they are born free, but free only within a prison.
He is very optimistic about launching a successful career beginning sometime within the next few years. The first in a series of a completely different genre of moviemaking would question the very dimensionality of our mundane existence, both literally and metaphorically, try to find the limits of artistic freedom and philosophize on the future of Homo sapiens as a species. He picks up his pen along with his brush, so when he's not painting, he's most likely writing. Though he has written and published quite a bit of science and other articles in magazines and books, what he considers venturing beyond his hobbies is writing poetry. He has published several books of poems, the first of which came out in 1995.