1998

I lie on the Coney Island beach letting speech around me enter my head.

Maybe I’ll follow Aldeci...

He is young and innocent. He is dancing,
doing funny tricks and he loves sea and water.

Projects

Philosophy of Wealth

Rooms Hidden by the Water

An Agreement in Havana

Kitchen Talks

The Street

Travels under the earth

A Market

Private Museum in the Louvre

Innocent Shores

Unspoken Destinies

Po More

Our Land – Bright Humility

Jesus stands on
the Swedish side

Eyes burned by the coconut

Ballad of Lapland

Sweet Song of Harlem

A Voice without letters

Warm Solitude

Exhibitions in spaces