I try to make the paint elegant and clumsy – full of information, but not trompe-l’oeil – in and out of focus, crisp here and watery there.  As diverse as faces in a city crowd, there are line drawings, paintings, stencils, photographs — all different ways of portraying people, in all different sizes, like a fairytale.  Artistically this gives me freedom to play, to paint in a variety of different ways.  I can change the color, the focus; I can allow the watercolor to shine with its full versatility.  I can stay right on the edge of illusion, with the image moving back and forth between 2D and 3D: hand-made paintings of usually machine-generated postings. The layering and different focal points are like improvisational jazz where the sweet themes that you recognize shift and change as you become carried away by the next bit till suddenly there is a new tune, a new picture, a new face. 

Many of the walls have images of famous people who died too young: Amy Winehouse, John Lennon, David Bowie, Marilyn Monroe, Andy Warhol, Audrey Hepburn, Muhammed Ali.  They are posted or painted in order to remember, to have the people live on, but they are so temporary — pasted paper, stencils!  There is something quite touching about the fragility of these pieces of paper that are trying to prolong the too short lives of these idols. Fleeting lives, fleeting images — glimpses of Bruno too are on some of the walls.