The first visual impressions that struck me as very intriguing seemed simple details. Cracked soil, frost on windows, sunlight on shallow water, tiny creatures, dust patterns on shelves, contrasting colors, a.s.o. The beauty, happiness, truth and life and death in them, were then and still are, a calm and peaceful comfort against uncertainties.
The visual and the audible demonstrated a world to me, where freedom could be created and I could grow. It was there where I became aware of sense and possible connections in time.
In portraying the small universe I lived in, I discovered portraying could be multiple; not only animal or human, but also matter, situation, emotion, energy, space and its limitations. My work is reacting; transformation processes through experimenting with paint, ink or pixels and the peeling off complexity through internal discourse.
Because life is not static, so is my work. It can and must change. I merely follow.
There is not one style (or an –ism) that can define or express best, even though that sometimes can be inconvenient.