Are Not Worthy
Cairo, Egypt,, November 2002.
I am in awe..
Forgive me if my naivete shows through - I like art that arouses strong
emotion - and your exuberant paintings burst out from the desktop, slapped
me in the face, and demanded reverent attention.
At the same time my left brain looked for anchors and I saw..
I saw a Munch-ian Mother(Teresa), a Kali-esque Muse that inspires from
I saw trees in your own Van Gogh's forest,
I saw Lovers entwined in Matisse-ian blues,
I saw Durer-like discipline in your Arbre De Jour,
I saw voluptous Nudes that frolic-ed ping-pong between walls of Chagall,
I am a dilettante, but an awestruck one...