I don’t know why I became an artist. As far as I recall, I had never dreamt of the kind of life I have now.
Somewhere down the years I discovered a secret island. It was mine. This is where I have always felt the happiest. It is also my ‘go to’ place when I feel inspired, lonely or charged. I am lucky not to have any role models; have always been urged to create my own visual language. I enjoy creating images and have the simultaneous desire to invite others to traverse to my island. For many photography is a tool to record physical reality, for me it is a visual diary…my way of communicating with the outside world, and to symbolically record my inner state of being, …… parts of my life.
The present work is certainly not documentary in nature, rather is part of a solitary journey where forms and images have been used without being bound to the confines of a definite sense of time and space; flowing effortlessly, as if a personal alphabet… a special visual vocabulary. This pushing out and finding something new thrills me, strange and wonderful, at times disturbing as well. I borrow heavily from cultures, both outside, and mine and feel enriched, but never get lost. I love the images as they appear in the viewfinder and at times take me by surprise. Despite the frustrations and hard work, I cannot imagine another life. I am grateful that visual art has given me a voice. This is where all my confidence comes from.