To all appearances, the artist acts like a mediumistic being who, from the labyrinth beyond time and space, seeks his way out to a clearing. If we give the attributes of a medium to the artist, we must then deny him the state of consciousness on the aesthetic plane about what he is doing or why he is doing it. All his decisions in the artistic execution of the work rest with pure intuition and cannot be translated into a self-analysis, spoken or written, or even thought out.
I now have a companion piece to Niko Dellios I. To see more of Niko's work: photobucket.com/nikodellios
An aphorism by Niko:
The Secret of Oceans. Like a surgery to free a blood clot, only to find a red marble. To throw a stick in the gears, or a giant squid in the propellers. Who’s not to say, “Miniature suns in the depths?” The ocean is 100% of the Earth, it rests and travels the land, surfs its curves and fornicates. And like God, we will never know its true thoughts, its secrets, or its warmth. It IS God.