My primary concern as an artist is the feeling as a phenomenon and the awareness of space.

I’ve been listening to a lot of Bruce Springsteen, some Tom Waits, and Leonard Cohen the past year. I believe it is for the rhythm and stories. Listening while painting is tricky, I either stop hearing the words or I start dancing to them. During a flow state, all I then hear is the slow intimacy of a ballad or a high paced rocky outcast American story. As a foreigner that’s how I’ve learnt to understand the heartland of America.

I do name some paintings from their songs if I find a parallel emotional territory or a question.

A ton of overthinking is involved in beginning a painting, the construction really happens when I go in blind, following my own beating rhythm, the day’s rhythm and the weathers’. After that I think it's only a matter of time, erasure, being attuned to the contingencies that arise, negation and stopping.

As a painter I’m able to search for a lost something in the medium of painting. Longing, yearning, desiring, despair; most often the verbs of intimacy. Doors and windows as metaphors for opportunities and functions of privacy but are they?

A landscape of emptiness, empty rooms, empty trains, of empty hearts, loved hearts, delusional hope, unshakable faith, doubt, gravity and ground. The ground is our anchor.

Lilies in love either delight or etiolate.