I navigate through desire and fracture. One feeds on the other and its poison. My universes are play out between the hopeful metaphor and the sordid nonsense anchored in the inevitable lost. I am a contrast, I am playfulness, I am awakening.
I am painful humour and impulse, always impulse... sadistic, foolish, illusion. I am courage and doubt.
In art, I express my desires, dreams, hates and frustrations built up during my life. I have been through a process of uprooting that has led to an exodus; sadness and memories transformed my thinking.
What was once a truth has broken down for another truth, but in the end, everything is ephemeral and relative.
I am a contemporary capitalist pessimist, but there is still joy and the desire to smile and surprise others.
I am a woman who constantly looks into the void. The creative worlds which I have gotten myself into are mostly abysses. They are never a safe territory, they are always a wreck that forces me to climb up from unknown shores and look at the horizon from the top.
I am a traveler, but with strong roots.
