Skimming beauty is a body of work that combines two fragment memories to convey and even broken whole.
Ever made a wish by skimming a chosen pebble along the seas surface?
Have you ever loved something that has crudely been mended or altered?
Did any of theses wishes come true?
Does no one else see the beauty in the mended broken?
My work is about following each piece and being intuitively
open to an unspoken dialogue that spans a breath of choices and unknown exit points.
For me being an artist is an act of prosaic looking that feeds making for heterogeneous artefacts that confront the real world. I see my work as an anthology of objects, each being a unique incomplete tangible question that collects personal provenance. What stimulates my work and research is the ongoing amassments of stuff I collect and own. Obsessions happen without acknowledgement and my inventory shows no boundaries to objects, just an attraction that I find it hard to explain other than: we find each-other.