Whether I’m painting, sculpturing, creating a collage or setting an installation, I let my hands lead the way and trust my sense of touch to guide me forward.
At times they are like the hands of a child: innocent and naïve, imaging entire worlds and tearing them apart.
Other times they are much like the hands of an adult: investigating, examining, and performing with care.

This tension between the implosive and patient, the civilized and the wild – is where my work comes to life.
I look for a way to uncover the hidden layers of my surroundings.
The pencil is an extension of my body, a rod thrown into the air for the purpose of capturing an image: a planet, a face, a figure, a creature - all bursting into existence leaving their mark on a piece of paper or canvas, and slowly begin communicating through a universal language of symbols.

The materials with which I work are absorbed with the essence of my workspace itself; paper clipboards piled in the corner are used for a collage piece, paper blackened with pastel ten times over becomes a breeding ground for new work, a drawing that started its way as a solid image later evolves into a completely abstract one.

In the studio’s eco system all materials are equal, all valuable.
My works are fragmentary by nature. When the process carries on, the objects, images and symbols are slowly assembled and put together while forming a sequence which tells a story, rhymes a riddle, or portrays an ancient myth.
Ultimately, I see my work as a kind of excavation trying to trace back an initial world.