The musical art of Bob Dylan has always been very important to me. After seeing him 11 times and listening to his works countless times for over 40 years, I find I get a feeling that I don’t get from anything else. I don’t use this every day or even every week, however I can go back and get the feeling any time I want to.
This artwork was inspired from the Passion of the Christ; the Piercing of the Christ’s Side. “But one of the soldiers with a spear pierced his side, and immediately came there out blood and water” John 19:34.
The past has been generous with us, teaching us monumental mural traditions, easel paintings and passing down the knowledge and manual ability needed to produce the most precious artworks.
“[A]n art work has value as a creation because man is made in the image of God, and therefore man not only can love and think and feel emotion, but also has the capacity to create. Being in the image of the Creator, we are called upon to have creativity. We never find an animal, non-man, making a work of art. On the other hand, we never find men anywhere in the world or in any culture in the world who do not produce art. Creativity is a part of the distinction between man and non-man. All people are to some degree creative. Creativity is intrinsic to our mannishness.”
– Francis Schaeffer
I made this creation in homage to one of my favorite cities of Paris. I wish to recreate the lighting effects of the city light at night when this magnificent city expresses at best its magic and its incomparable atmosphere.
(Vincent Willem van Gogh)
“Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.”
I feel we need another art revolution. We artists were once rock stars for our gifts. Now we are simple slaves to corporations and companies. Underpaid, underappreciated, and our passion dwindles.
Shortly after the 9/11 Twin Towers attack in 2001 Frank created the “Paradise Bird” by his own hand to commemorate the victims of this tragedy.
Frank was inspired by a vision of the plane’s passengers who asked him to make a memorial for the loved ones they had left behind.
In his vision they showed him the hundreds hands lifting the “Paradise Bird” up to the sky.
Art is oxygen: an invisible but very vital influence. It is the ocean with its boundless space. And it is the universe. I like to breath with art; I like to live and love with art. Like the metonymic “panem et circenses!”, “art food” is essential and very important for each of us.
An article in The Monthly magazine put words to my feelings: “All truly affecting art walks a tightrope, and it’s never clear what will make either artist or viewer lose balance. Plenty of artists conjure with images from the history of art, but none has been so ambituos in their attempt to marry the immediate, over-brimming present with the haunted past. And the fact remains that no other living artist has produced as many images so full of tenderness, silence and longing.”
“He proved how fake we live; how we pretend to be happy about the deceit of toxic surrogates” wrote the Romanian press after the 1992 concert in Bucharest. The tears of his admirers, suppressed by the TV cameras when he left Otopemi Airport: he had brought newfound hope through music and performance they were never permitted to enjoy in their corrupted world, and left with it. It was sadness, desperation and despair in those tears. But moreover, it was the reaction of a nation of a once silent nation that had been given a global voice through their first music concert. It was sheer empowerment. A moment we, as Romanians, will never forget.