
Art is many things to me: a refuge, a daily ritual, a medicine for the mind, a vehicle for learning, a secret code, a public diary, a transporter, a suit of armor, a vulnerable display. Above all, art is an instrument for re-enchanting a disenchanted world. I began exploring art seriously in my early twenties when a painter friend introduced me to modern art movements and figures like Egon Schiele, Art Brut, Kurt Schwitters, Abstract Expressionism and the “combines” of Robert Rauschenberg. I immediately fell in love with their spirit of play and inventiveness, often disregarding conventions about the materials and aesthetics deemed appropriate to fine art.
