I consider my art as a performance to heal my existence. It is a long journey to some unknown destination that one cannot reach till his life is spent. My journey had various turning points as a romantic painter, a surrealist, an abstractionist in search of new images, forms, colours and patterns. It is a journey through zigzags, flotations and oscillations, between the obvious and the subtle.

Motifs of machines fill my recent works. Machines and discarded mechanical objects began to appear in my paintings way back in the 80’s. But then, all of them were used as supportive elements to the main theme. Now, I am fascinated by their appearances and functions. Machines are manmade and have served as a productive force throughout Time. From their first appearance as stone and bronze implements and the wheel to today’s machines of iron and plastic and various metallurgical innovations, machines have become an indispensable part of human life. During the first and second world wars, they came as Aeroplanes, Patton Tanks, Motorcars, Ships, Boats…

In the modern age, the role of machines has changed radically. For every extension of human desire, there is a machine. Be it in Agriculture, Industry, Transport, Communications…in the sky, in water, in space, in the warfront…They often induce a sense of fear and awe within me. Their heaviness, strength, vitality and dexterity transport me to the world of imagination and fantasy. I see a moving locomotive, an approaching aircraft, a heavy earth mover, an armoured war vehicle, in front of me…Their appearance creates a feeling of proximity to an animal of gargantuan proportions like the Dinosaur, a disturbed Elephant or a swift moving Cheetah…Their perfection astonishes me. Their forms disturbed attract me at once. I am convinced that they limitlessly extend the possibilities of the human senses.

I like to paint machines. I pay my tribute to the thousands of known and unknown people who have devoted their lives for the evolution of modern machinery.