a few words
Colors, reflecting the heart
Sing a thousand multi-forms
echoing your movements
under the moon
The hidden bedrock of the terminal tormented lives
Living half breathing
Every twelve hours, on all the beaches of the world, the sea redraws its forms - new images, new writing to compose new poems.
The series of calligraphies reveals their final movement, before they rest until the following tide.
Ephemeral traces of the breathing sea; what will my own breaths leave behind? I see in every form a trace of its inherent energy and possibly a final gesture; one soars, the other wants to frighten; one seems to shudder while another one surprises us. All speak to me.
A Quartet of Modulations
These organically molded forms evoke landscapes, cartographies, nervous systems, animal hides and reptilian skins, all in constant turmoil - the constant metamorphoses of life. These are flying carpets of hesitant weave and design.
In the sand are traces of the past. In mud - those of the future.
… reptilian skins, all in constant transformation, the constant metamorphoses of life. These are flying carpets of hesitant sketching.