Boing.
Boom.
Zak.
Well, I'm a butcher while painting. With a cleaver I beat the truth out of the canvas.
It’s a process of intuition, association and narration.
In the beginning there is always the pure instinctive action. I never know where and when it will end.
The motif is in a continuous flow – from the abstract to the figurative image and vice versa. I build, I destroy.
In the end, the viewer observes a narrative moment which I define as good.