When my dreams are too much to bear and I cannot handle life anymore, I draw my feelings. I keep them in the borders of the paper, canvas or panel.
In the borders of my life I can wonder, wander, pretend and pine away privately. I feel too aloof to commit to a subject, but too entangled in passions to stop creating.
desires and daydreams
much more real than me.
One day I hope to fill all the corers and edges of sparse, white gallery with objects and murals.