I am a painter, I favour oil paints and watercolours.

I often work with life models and I like the dialogue with my models, the intimacy that is created during the sessions, their viewpoints that find their way on the canvas.

I sometimes combine my paintings with words, thoughts shaped in short poems delivered in their frank and intimate form: skinned bare, left to be touched, entered and played with.

I wonder about this obsession I have for painting the human body. Where did it come from? Most of my art originates in the body, its forms and relation to space within and outside of itself; oversized body, the pained body, the curves, the fat, the shades and folds of the flesh fascinate me. The pressure of the outside and inside world; the stress; the compression: what happens to the body when disturbed, squeezed, uncomfortable? How does it transform, what makes a content body turn into a failed body?