I am always intrigued when a client, a visiting friend or a stranger passer-by pauses to contemplate my work. I wonder what goes through their mind, what they see in front of their eyes and what happens in their heart. Do they notice my never ending attempt to overlap abstractism and realism with minimal conflict, to see the two as one as each struggles to dominate the other, to lose that line of separation we are so routinely accustomed to look for? Would they recognize the emotions of the subjects merely by the language of the body, the un-necessity of the missing face, the light breeze and the scent of body perfume emitted by the captured motions? Does the work remind them of the art style movement initiated in the romanticism era promoting the clash between color and design, the expressiveness and mood of color, the emphasis of the new prominence of the brushstroke and artist free handling of paint? I find it gratifying when the visitors share their thoughts or even seek help to decide. But the ultimate compliment is paid when they begin to see my world and want to step in.