I am a rebel. As children, we all begin as rebels. At least, I did. This rebellious streak persisted from my youth into adulthood. I rebelled against school, parents, money, politics, society, art, science, religion, philosophy, conformity... Over the years, its grip loosened, yet it never truly left me. Ultimately, it faced its most significant challenge when it turned inward, rebelling against my ego. This wasn’t a new form of self-hate; rather, I realized that this ego wasn’t truly mine, nor was it me. It was a mental construct shaped by personal history and thoughts that are lingering circularly...
I strove to peer beyond the confines of logical, conceptual thinking. What I discovered was “nothingness” wrapped in serenity, appearing as presence. No new thing here, as many before me had uncovered it and dwelled or still dwell within it. Some of them are the spiritual leaders of our times.
However, this nothingness is everything, though. These words have no gravity on their own. I could spell out mystical, philosophical, or scientific discourse, but true understanding begins with self-inquiry. Despite this, I dedicated my paintings to this subject – the pursuit of transcending the thinking mind and uncovering the answer to the question, “What does the phrase ‘I am’ truly mean?” When the ego persists, adorned with both valuable and worthless thoughts, I remain a rebel.