blender, mixed media
A short monologue about dumplings, dreams, and other things. By the way, during lockdown, the audience of the Russian Wheel of Fortune was indeed replaced with yellow ballons that had various smiley faces printed on them in black. Various other elements are similarly real.
An anti-biography of Marcel Duchamp’s mysterious 3-month stay in Munich, of which almost nothing is known. Dargaud, 2020.
accompanying visual essay
"petit miracle" —Kiblind Magazine
pencil and ink on paper
Drawing people is infuriatingly hard for me--I need to have a detatchment both from reality, and from my visual vocabularly--it’s this rare moment when the line precedes your deliberations, and makes all previous attempts look aimless and irrelevant.
ink on paper
I made very little during the lockdown, and most of it what I made isn’t very good. As misanthropic as I may be, it turned out that being left alone with my own self is even more depressing and uninspiring than being around people. You need to be annoyed with others so you can tolerate the idiot at home.