Writing without making mistakes is like vomiting hot air.
Art is beautiful but it is hard, like a religion without a purpose.
Poetry is when words are robbed of their attributed truth.
Art is gushing hot bile on the fields and harvesting the looks of nasty dwarfs.
The white room is an interior to be made devoid of any specific sensualism emanated by objects. Ultimately it is classic white canvas expanded into three-dimensional space.
I want to cover all areas that can be depicted visually. This ranges from fairytales to attempts to enter the abstract and view oneself as a social outcast or someone struggling to stay alive.