I dream because draw.
Drawing is the only way I know to dream
To narrate what I have in my mind.
My drawings are my diary,
that only very closely can be read and interpreted.
My little lace factory
is in my hands
In my fingers.
From where my black strokes come from.
The small, intimate.
A confined world.
I put all of my universe in every drawing, in every collage, in every word or phrase. I put all of “me” into every artwork, and all my artworks are “me”.