Familiar objects have their place in our surroundings and they seem to fit in a natural map of the world. What I do is to bring them to a new narrative which doesn't obey their functionality; It mostly obeys to a specific intuition I have about space, time, materiality, displacement or physical force.

Most of my pieces come from thoughts that are not yet formed as an idea. The results, devoid of explicit meaning or metaphor, point in every direction. The psychological remnant created by the violence inflicted on this narrative sometimes presents itself as absurdity but this is just a byproduct of what, it really is, a primal, somewhat idiosyncratic, experience of the world.