“My painting…obsesses and torments me. I don’t know which way I’m going. One day I think I’m at work on a masterpiece, then it turns into a nothing. I fight; I fight on without making any headway. I believe I am seeking the impossible, but I’m filled with confidence.” – Monet, 1888

I woke one morning 17 years ago with a peculating desire buried deep down in my soul to paint. My memory sparked and remembered as a child, “I loved to draw, to be creative, to realise and express with my energy my feelings”. This was not encouraged and soon learnt to bury it deep inside me.

Well, now it has awakened again. I painted, day and through the night. Now I feel it’s a process for me to resolve my feelings, to release the contraction of my ego. To transcend and communicate from my heart. An expression from me Haralabi (yes my birthname) to the world. I judge my ART not if its good or not. I assess it by how it makes me feel when I sit and just “be with it”. Allow the Image Art to be with me and me with it.

My latest style is to Paint Oils, with my fingers. I need to sense the painting incarnate through feeling it. When to take a close glance, you will notice the generous application of oil paint. Influenced by the artist Iris Scott. A truly sensory experience for the eyes and your heart.

Of the many paintings thus far, some I have sold, some I have given as gifts and some I still hold for sale.

Along my journey, I have been blessed to be coached occasionally. To be directed and inspired. My deepest thanks to my wonderful friend Richard Newton and my soul buddy Sara Catena. A deepest thanks to my dearest friend Jane Jordan.

I am influenced by Image Art of Adi Da Samraj and have had the book The World as Light by Mei Ling beside me on my couch for many years.

Art evolves; I evolve. As we all do. From Haralabi, to Harry, to H I sign my paintings as H!