With my new series of paintings of raining scenes in San Francisco, I have invented a way to amalgamate representational with abstract. Representatioal is figurative and abstract is arbiturary on the canvas. Representational is what I see as I look around me.  It is visual and is the combination of shapes and colors of things of my environment.  Abstract is what is in me as I feel, remember, imagine, think and foresee. It is so much more than the visual perception. I am stuck in the middle between representation (what is aound me) and abstract(what is in me).  My reality I create in my mind lays in the balance between representational and abstract as the idea that the phenomenological experience of self and world is one continuous whole.

The new series of paintings liberate me from both representational and abstract by letting me see them putting up with one another on my canvas from a distance while I am painting and also after completing the painting. As those are being painted and eventually have gotten stucked on the canvas I break free from them. I am not any more in the middle between those. Therefore the distance open up between the painting and me. The distance transcends me. It takes me to another level where to contemplate those.

With the newly found distance, I have understood what is elemental in my painting is the surface of the bubble in which I am. Now I see representational and abstract happen in the outside of the surface over there and are on the surface. Those are intensely pushed away with the surface metaphorically and are integrally adhered to on the canvas. Meanwhile the bubble paradoxically involves me with those, regardless of the distance between me and the surface of the bubble causes me to be with. It is certian that there is no way to get out of the bubble as you live but you stay in it. It is the conceptual liability of life. It is my abstract realism.