His art is poetry and matter, a world of light and shadow, a fragile glimpse of thought. It is pointless to dwell on the isms, simply to get lost in the momentary experience that Cene gal offers. To dive in, to let the experience envelop us, embrace us, soak us to the marrow, and wait as the spine-tingling touch, transformed into recognition, places in our open palms, with a gentle movement, the understanding of everything.
