Once someone told me that if I put a shell up to my ear I could hear the ocean. Well, what I really hear are whispers that gently depict stories and faces. What I really hear is far larger than the ocean: memories and nostalgic voices inspire lines and colors to draw highly detailed worlds bursting with objects and people.
My shell conjures up intricate illustrations where cross-hatched lines in ink reveal otherworldly atmospheres. In the deeps of the ocean, there are visions and reminiscences, harmony and chaos, shadows and lights. Be drowned in the ‘beauty of the opposites’.