Chaos and its antithesis. A few and a million strokes. Either I am confused. Or enlighted. But I am slowly finding access to the genius of waiting room art. What reminds me to book a dentist appointment. /HORST
She is concentrated glycose. Creating fictive worlds of naïvety. Drawings of absurdity. Sculptures and installations conquered by weird hairy dolls. Paintings of sailing poodles, kissing seahorses and fat ladies on bikes. /HORST