“It is the first cry after birth”

Drawing is like the first kiss. It carries within it the deepest emotion and the challenge of the first step.

For those whom my love can not immune from death, are dedicated these paintings, in the hope they may express in drawing the reality of a resonant mind.

We don’t usually see light traveling in darkness of space because we only can see its reflection on substance.

Life is the journey between darkness of the womb and darkness of the grave.

Darkness is where we begin and where we end.

Events of early Monday July 14, 1958 [Coup in Iraq] had convinced me that hate is the most destructive force in our life.

I have to display what I have seen to people.

I discovered that the most dangerous mask is the one worn by intelligent people because they are clever at their disguise.

Cursed in earth and subdued by death, man found himself beset by time, and his instincts put to the test.

Early on in my life I comprehended that death is the most tragic event in our life.

Since then [1958 Coup in Iraq], reality started to take another form in my mind. Hence, I was aware of deception of our senses.

Everyday hundreds of people came to the hospital… dying, and I have to introduce life into them again… my duty was to compete with death.

Only then, he realized that with love he could survive, and that for a certain purpose he would toil.

The truth is far beyond what we can see. Therefore my art is an invitation to comprehend this fact.

As a painter, I realized that what we see is just manifestation of unseen power.

Art should stimulate.

Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, sermons and soda water the day after.

Why do some people try, try again, and why do some people not? That’s what I’m after.

Love is, after all, a selfish thing; and it throws a black shadow on anything between which and the light it stands.

After money in the bank, a grudge is the next best thing.

It’s absolutely right that we scrutinise the leaders who after all are going to be in a position of great power.

A house cannot be made habitable in a day; and, after all, how few days go to make up a century.

I always feel better after I post a cover. Even if it’s doing the little 15 second covers.

Dad, it’s been an up-and-down road for all of us, but you’ve always been there supporting from afar, texting me Bible verses every single day, telling me you love me every single day. That builds me up and I thank you so much. I love you. I’m just glad you’re part of this journey with us.