I believe that the reason why I am making art and why I am so sensitive to it has many sources and is an addition and combination of bits and pieces that can be found in one’s biography : kind of childhood, education, teenagers dreams, what became reality, how high did I reach, how low did I fall, sexuality, lovers, hope, dealing with loneliness, coming back to the material world, having to prove oneself, expectations.
Finally coming home, coming to peace with oneself and flowing in a stadium where one is able to release all these emotions and let creativity flow.

Art has been, and is to me, music, writing, drawing and painting and that’s what I’ve been enjoying doing all my life.
I am continuously trying and searching for new ways of expressing myself, so then Art will even represent more of my feelings, moods, intensions.

Whatever is going on inside of me,
the level of intensity of the moment
any emotional bucket overflowing,
all the influences that come upon me at that same time (scenes on the street, music in my ears, book or paper I’ve been reading, how morning rituals go on),  making my art allows me to switch off from reality and to surrender myself to all these sensations and feelings. I’m far away transforming them into visual pleasure and feel light hearted when I’ve made my statement.

My latest work is all a reflection of what the city streets offer me. I snap it up in my camera or eyes and lay it down drawing or painting.
During the realisation of a work I enjoy the process of revealing and hiding the impressions that the city is giving me, the process of building and taking down and to build back up again. That’s how a city grows, that’s how my work grows.

Up to the next space, the next style, new wanderings.