Does Utopia exist?
And where is my make up?
When I work I’m constantly in dual. I relate my private life to my public life. I relate my escapist daydreams to the reality around me.
The grasp of freedom and how it affects my identity and the way life moves. The complexity of living in a city shape and fitting in my escapist daydreams with the reality around me

Private and Public Rooms
My sculptures, installation, drawing's and photo's, are a mix of architectural “symbolic” elements, interior, objects and various accessories connected to female identity. Additionally I use iconic gestures related to power, beauty and wealth.
In my latest installations, starting 2007, I focus on gender and stylization in the city-shape. "The fact that Gender, other than a biological or physical determination of the sexes, is a cultural and social classification of masculinity and femininity".

The main focus of my recent work has been to integrate formal sculptural language into aesthetic completion.  My aim is to pursue a visual flow that may evolve naturally within the work I produce. This I intend to achieve by combining classical shapes, basic objects and most recently: human body parts. Here I'll investigate how certain, simple, shapes are able to recall memories. The fact humans very naturally connect specific outlines and form to thoughts and emotions.

Intimate City-shape, Living sculpture' is a corporal body of work started in 2008 as an extension of my previous sculptural research. It is a coactive meeting between form and condition and it involves movement, position and posture; it involves the body in relation to the environment, to urbanism and architecture


A letter from a friend
ITS NOT MY HEAD THAT CONFUSES ME DARLING BUT THANKS FOR THE WARNING
Just things got crazy again. The fun was just sucked out of me and made a bore, and It’s difficult to be back I miss the life style. I don't know how much a fan I am of the real world I find it’s a bit .......retarded. Things don't make sense. All the destruction and misery. Gas has gone up to a scary rate. Sorry for scream. My car was hit and totaled one week before rent was due. So yes I'm alive, but a new life I am making. It’s all clear now though the pressure was on. I rose to the moment I was a little shaken. With no car you know it can be very lonely here and I have to get out of my house otherwise I go crazy.