IN THE BEGINNING -insert deep god-like voice here-

it started not too long ago, in the foreseeable past [assuming one does not have any form of memory problems]. things for me started to change, my perspective, my drive, my life's energy. they all began to play havoc with my brainal steam; my mind was a flutter with only gods know what. my life become chaos as i was tossed into  a problematic work force and a world of art i thought i would never truly understand. after all who ever really understands what art is all about.... i was somewhat scared at the power of suggestion that art had, especially art of an abstract nature. i could not comprehend why a stripe or a block of color could have a heavy weighting behind it. it was to this i decided to delve deep, deep inside the world of abstract art.

i contemplated "where does one start? who has always had a strong hold on me? what artist has grappled the my base of my soul and tugged at it like jaws on a nude swimmer?" the answer was simple. from the moment i first laid my eyes on "boogie woogie" by Piet Mondrian in my 6th form year i could not function in the world without art around me [ one should also be aware that i have my mother to thank for my mass interest in the art world as she is one of my great heroes, inside the art world as well as out of it]

For this reason i decided that i should start my painting journey looking at how best to investigate form and composition through color and line. due to my self indulgence of over doing everything; i set myself the boundaries of only using black, white, and the primary colors. it was from here i start producing very mondrian-esk style paintings.

it did not take long before i started to appreciate the importance of where and when it was necessary to place a line or the fragile  and somewhat fine line of where color should be placed. i started to think that this form of art was, for lack of a better word, elitist.... and i liked it.