People are mirrors of their environments, interacting with the
past, present, and ideas of the future, right? What I mean is,
where, when, and how mainly define us, passing through us.
Therefore, I confound the space and subjects in my work;
the characters are not only placed inside a setup, they are the
stage themselves. These assemblage-people end up being a
joke emerging out of simplified symbols: tits = feminist; cigarette
= romantic painter; tongue = rejection, and so on. Sometimes
failing at what they’re attempting, as artifacts of lost cultures