I paint the light of faith because I am overwhelmed by black skepticism. I paint the light of hope when the shadow of doubt creeps behind me. I paint the natural light because the night that haunts me comes.

I paint the light of life because I wonder about the darkness of death. I paint the light of knowledge when I see gray ignorance.

At the same time, I am enchanted by our resemblance to a moth flying to the light from a dark room where people live. What if you light up a light in your mind where no one can put it out?