LAYLA

The desire that initially comes from up above translates itself in the tormenting and
passionate longing to accomplish the 'whole'. My shadow who is to be unveiled
useley meets me in my surch for happiness.

Art is simply a passage in between.

PAINTINGS & GRAPHICS

For this delight she leaves the seas




















It's the blight (wo)man have lived for


























Hibernate

























Delirious




















In innocent slumber like this



















































Small






















The night went trough her grace





















I can spare from my meals