When it comes to my art, I can’t help but break my journey down into two parts: The literal journey, the observing of nature and mastery in the technicalities of execution, and the more mysterious one, inward , less tangible, unpredictable and full of undiluted humanity.
My training means everything to me.
It took many years for me to understand the real potential of the hours put into the craft. To see the gifts that discipline delivers to the most stubborn and dedicated of us, always, and without fail. But the truth, and what makes my work diverse but untangled, is that, without my training, I could not give form to the messages of my subconscious, identify the unique aesthetics of my soul.
This duality will, hopefully, always remain.
Finding the eloquence in the language that composes our dreams, our feelings… our fears