As a child I imagined that through my drawings I would be able to make windows to other dimensions on sheets of paper. Over time I discovered that they were not only windows, but also mirrors, ships, tunnels that passed through me. I discovered that I could not only draw, but paint and sculpt and put together objects and make installations that reflected my questions, my emotions, my ideas and those of others.

I found that through “doing things” I could express opinions, report abuse, demand rights. I learned that as a maker I could invite others to reflect with me. I learned that I could say many things and in many ways. I then noticed that, when someone looked at my work, they connected with the work, and that they felt something, and that my work provoked something in another. So, I made my artistic practice my way of communicating, of interacting with others, of healing myself and doing my part to heal the world.

I think through my artist practice; I reflect about life, death, time, space. My artistic process has become the most efficient tool to reflect and understand myself, as well as the world and its inhabitants, although almost always more questions arise.