An important theme that occupies my mind a lot is absurdity. Especially the absurdity of calling things, on this floating, moist, rocky ball, mundane everyday life. Nothing is simple or normal. Everything is a sophisticated system came about by ‘mistakes’, mutations; our bodies, our society and our art.
In my work I embrace mistakes and imperfections. I sloppily cross them out and emphasize them. They take control out of my hands and have the ability to surprise me. I liquify, diffuse and destroy the materials and intuïtively mould layers together.
The destruction of materials, comfort, believes, function and systems are key in creation and transformation and carry a beautiful sublime power. My apocalyptic desire shows in my work. And don’t get me wrong, its less pessimism than it is curiosity of what will be left. The process of making my work is an alternation between, letting the materials react to each other, influenced by the laws of nature, and the materials making me react to them. I am always the instigator but after the 'big bang’ I never take full control. Just like in nature the process has a pendulum movement, but instead of looking for balance, I am looking for chaos. The important question that will likely stay unanswered is: Does chaos exist?