We were made from stars and gas. Art was made from sences and experiences. We are the life force. The population of the earth. We are the creative force of the universe. We are the aliens and the human beeings…but do we become angels?

Art is life and death, the new alchemy, the great work, the experience of your innermost and outmost. The complexity of beeing. The eye to hand coordinations. The expressions. Art is for me the room of free expression, the freedom of creating your thing…