Biography
Through many materials the twinkle of the thought shows itself. Through the hands the eye shows its freshness, its wit. Only through the eye the hand can move and give life to matter. Fiber, earth, air, wind. Is art made of this? Or maybe it is made of atoms that crashing against each other produce movement. Is it only matter of atoms? What is that makes our strings vibrate as we're only little spots in the universe?
Represent all this in a piece of sheet. Only art can.
Heave of the sheet, dream of the wind.
My life's dream is to spread dreams.
Drawing, painting, sculpture, installation, photography.
Slaves of my eyes, I'm your slave.
