Art is the language of the soul
During my spiritual quest I traveled from east to west and met many teachers and methods.
They taught me to open my heart, to heal with hands, sit in circles, to travel in other realities, to read hands, charts and cards.
They taught me to visualize my dreams and heal my past. To embrace silence and meditate.
I learned to listen to the wind and most of all to synchronize with the heartbeat of the earth.
Despite Art School, it was there that the artist in me woke up.
I was used to western ‘power tools’ in the form of mind and matter.
To truly create I had to let go of my desire for reasons to be.
There is nothing planned in any of my work, objects or installations.
They surprise me with their will to become manifest.
Trees, feathers, stones, textiles, pigments, metals, sand and earth find me.
Art with heart for the earth.
My dearest pieces are the ones where I am least present.
The soul speaks, and is most visible in the just beingness of things, people and places.
Beyond form and matter I celebrate the all in no’thing’ness.
The thing in nothing…