As soon as I was old enough to hold a pencil, drawing became part of me, finding its way onto the edges of the pages I decorated in all my school homework books and diaries.
I drew landscapes, still lifes and portraits, but my hand always went back to drawing illustrative figures – not very academic ones at that.
On the day of my final drawing exam for A-levels, I couldn’t have dreamed of a better subject: “draw a flying object”. While all the serious students concentrated on UFOs (or rather FOs…), I drew a witch on her broom which sent my marks sky high. I was accepted into the faculty of fine art with a collection of humoristic drawings I had, rustled together and presented in a higgledy-piggledy way.
Observe the human, the individual, decrypt what makes him unique, his physic, his attitude, his own history. And oppose him to the relentless noise of the world, cold, encrypted, soulless machinery created by the human himself against the being. Find the individual, reverse the forces. »