Biography
By living we die and we come to life again…many times.
Every time the mind records a chronology of events, the heart keeps the emotions. The mind analyzes, decodes, processes…the heart feels joy, sorrow, passion. The mind thinks… the heart loves.
Nourishing the mind is what makes us distinguished from the less evolved…nourishing the heart makes us human…and if man is the centre of the universe then the heart is the centre of man! A new man? We can believe until we die in a new man…in a new world.
To die and to be born again, to lose and to find your way again, to hate and love with the same strength, to leave forever or come back once you have understood, to laugh and cry, to scream and then enjoy the silence…it is the heart that triggers it all and keeps the memory.
The heart is the temple and the temple’s keeper…the artist is the pilgrim in search of the answers to unformulated questions. My artwork is born during the pauses in this pilgrimage…just when I feel most tired and I have to find the strength to move on.
By living we die and we come to life again… many times…but it is only when the heart stops that we really die.
