Over two decades ago I made a group of small statuettes with plaster, ceramic, cloth and wax. Anything that I had at hand.
These statuettes had an unsettling look. They spoke by themselves with a loud voice.
No prejudices, no preconceptions. This burst of spontaneity produced the dolls I’ve come to be known for. They were born unscripted. And that’s how they look. Ever since I made the first one, I have continued feeling the urge to produce more.
The creative process has remained basically the same since day one. It is natural and intuitive. I go out on a scavenger hunt to find materials and inspiration; whether it is the hardware store, a thrift shop, or simply strolling around my neighborhood on trash day.
As spontaneous as the statuettes came, they are also the result of my life-long held belief
that there is now ignoble material. Everything can be reused. With love, perseverance, and creativity and there’s always a place for a second chance.
The dolls, how I like to refer to them, are now part of me. I plan to go on making them as long
as I feel an urge to challenge myself, explore new materials, and find new combinations.
I can’t help it. It is who I am. It is what I do.