

Sculptural landscapes and interiors appear as miniature film sets tailored for peculiar dreams. No scripts have been written, no actors appear; scenarios remain ambiguous and unresolved. Here the artist does not tell a story, but suggests one may exist. Drawn through tiny windows by the threads of our associations, 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.
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