I've been dreaming of out-of-world places since I was little. But this is not why I paint these Martian landscapes because I guess you could get just pictures.
It's about putting the strokes like a shamanic ritual for a dream about our human future. I indulge in these dreams of when people will just kick up dust on other worlds as easily as we get off planes today.
For me Mars epitomizes the mystery of longing, this planet has been present in ancient mythology since the beginning of time.
People looked up and they were like what is that? And I look at it and I'm like what is that.
Mars' supposedly dead rocks stir emotions in me. They will be mysterious up until the day we land near them and after that, they'll be just rocks on another world.