Visual artist and poet who likes to combine words and images to create
a relationship based on perceived situations in my perennial daydreaming.

I am self-taught and prefer a surreal touch, where one or another symbolic
detail might appear. I often work with shadows and the purpose is to awaken
people's recognition. I work almost exclusively with oil. Preferably at night.
When the sun goes up, I go down. Satisfied with the new day's arrival.

Artist is no profession, it's a state of mind!
When Those around me see me as absent,
I'm very much present, somewhere else

Yes, I have chosen the wrong bottle in terms of pear juice and linseed oil!

There are people who worship their columns. A few are splashing
milk and flowers and others dance around phalluses. I have a log of
wood which I have dragged around for a good 20 years. It has been a
couch, a pedestal, a residence for homeless woodlice and a pleasure.

One windy spring day at the wharf I found this piece, for some people
probably 70 kilograms of pure shit. -Why not bring it home?
The question was quite natural, and home at last, me and the log of
wood decided (together) that this would be an eternal friendship, just to
show that one should stand firm in one's personal madness.

I'm sure you have your own substitute for the log of wood.

Well then. The piece of wood is still around. Without woodlice,
for the time being. And it has has occurred, me dancing...