Let me wonder where I will
It is something my father used to call me when I was growing up ... It means “Chirping Swallow” in Slovak. It is an endearment with a foreshadowing that I’ve come to realize more and more as I created these paintings.
As the “Chirping Swallow”, these paintings are of me and about me and about how I fly and navigate through my life in my lucid dreams. Physically I remain here, grounded to the roots of the earth but spiritually I become a swallow and fly on and on. I drift and I roam free from home to home.
My journey is not easy but long and heartfelt accompanied with a sense of longing and wistfulness. I am alone on this migratory trail, and I hunger and lust to find pieces of truth of how I fit into a greater scheme of things. And just like a swallow, I build my life and my nest from clay that I find during this search. In spring of each day, I return to a fountain to document with ardor my dreams and travels.
“Chirping Swallow” - It is something my father used to call me and still does.
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