Days ago I was taking digital photographs of older work of mine. It felt ambiguous as in someways I am still proud of some of them, I asked myself why did I painted certain subjects, was I being sincere then, some are still bad but are still important in the development of my work and some even in my life. Here I want to share some examples. All made in the 90's.
The wall painting I was able to see it for the first time in its complete size only weeks ago, as when I painted it, it didn't fit the whole wall of my studio then.
I have to say it had been rather emotional to look at my old paintings. I compare this experience to look at my own baby photo album or my grandmother's.