There are no boxes to fit in, it’s just an illusion created to keep control and power… that feeling of inadequacy that keeps me being me, keeping that wild child alive and standing up to all that unfairness that’s flooding us… Just can’t do otherwise cause what you do is who you are, or I’m just creating another illusion… telling stories without giving answers. It’s not a superpower, but it’s the only way I know to survive without landing on someone’s sandwich and maybe leave something good behind me.
… in search for wondrous places…
As much as I love the final moment when my artwork is finished I love and enjoy the process. Bringing an idea into a real world, watching materials transforming in my hands, their interaction, reaction that sometimes lead me on the new road, to discover a new approach is fascinating, producing a good vibes and makes me love life.
… we are still what we were on the beginning