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. Drawn through tiny windows by the threads of our associations, we stand at a precipice.
We stare, we wonder and realize that the artist who has taken us there has left us alone.
Selected Works
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