When I was 8 my family decamped from California to Beirut, where I took my first
oil painting class from a professor who was active in the vibrant Beirut art scene at that time.It was the beginning of an early nomadic life of moving from culture to culture.  My father, an architect, had a form-driven ethos, which I absorbed through osmosis. He was always sketching fantastic buildings on small little cocktail napkins, disposable extemporaneous sketches, the pen bleeding back into the napkin. These sketches held fascination for me as a free associative process of art.

I am interested in the grammar of shapes, colors, lines and composition. In the studio the medium often drives the work and I become open to randomness, experiments, overlaps, layers and mistakes.  I work it out on the canvas as part of a formal response and trust the process.  
 
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