Interiors and sculptural landscapes appear as miniature film sets. Tailored for peculiar dreams, no scripts have been written; scenarios remain ambiguous and unresolved. Here the artist does not tell a story, but suggests that one exists. We stand at a precipice, searching, drawn through tiny windows by the threads of our associations. We stare, we wonder and realize that the artist who has taken us there has left us alone.
Selected Works
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