I’ve always been interested by the poetry of neglected shipyards, ugly railway sidings and wasteland, places of desolation and neglect. Because I knew inside of me that the outer world does not support us in continuity, the street is full of heterogeneous things, but we are helped in continuity by the unconscious, this inner order is the foundation of our psyche. Everything seems to come with bewildering in consequence from all its various layers….
This what my whole conceptual life is about ….lines drawn until they fade and fuse with the surface, creating spatial depth and this process of adding layers exploits these abstract interpretations of movement, sound, mutability and evanescent light. It is an investigation of our surrounding….exactly the way one must understand his own darkness/ light and complexity. Nothing in us ever remains quite uncontradicted.
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