We are all different as human beings and we all experience our lives a bit differently. However, there always seem to be a few common denominators to all these life experiences; even if we can't put our finger on it. Something within us reacts to that common denominator when it senses it. I grew up in a muslim household, got a scholarship to study in a foreign land (USA) and I am married to a jewish woman. What some may see as a culture-shocked background I see as the most delicious of experiences. When I approach a canvas I approach it with a treasure trove of confused, rich, colorful, distant, ancient, new, western, eastern, naive and educated background. Yet, still, in the end, I know that it will all distill into something all can understand and relate to. Going to a muslim wedding in Tangier in the summer and two months later attending a Bar Mitzvah in Connecticut can do wonders for learning to see the whimsical nature of this creature called human-kind.
Whether I am tackling a serious, sad, violent, disturbing or joyous topic I can't help but introduce to it a whimsical element or underlayer. In the end, I believe that whimsy is one of those common denominators that all of us can sense.