Tailored for peculiar dreams, sculptural landscapes and interiors appear as miniature film sets. No actors appear, no scripts have been written—the scenes remain ambiguous and unresolved. Here the artist does not tell a story, but suggests that one may exist, drawn from the auras of our associations. Through tiny windows, peering inside, we stand at a precipice—we search, we wonder and realize that the artist who has taken us there has left us alone.
Selected Works
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