My brush is my sword.
“An iron hand in a velvet glove. That’s my art. That’s me. I’m not interested in pretty pictures for the sake of it. I put my anger, gratitude, love and greed for life together, I mix them and shout visually. I extract my fears, demons, and my rage against social injustice.
I use a diverse array of media: painting, installation, sculpture, collage, sketchbooks, video. Paper, canvas, tears, dolls, Louis Vuitton bags, barbed wire, old 18th Century missals, maps, whatever I find that can express the non intelligible.”
