The Vacuum Monologues mark yet another return to the (truthful) absence of colors, in the vein of my most voluminous series, Bianco/Nero , ...

Words turn into images, images into symbols, and then symbols evaporate, returning to the void’s womb. No beginning, no end, only an infinit...

1. Herostratus (Don Levy, 1967) “Because it’s all so empty... It’s all so futile. It’s all so meaningless, and yet everybody sweats. Everybo...

Melancholic longing, idealized physique, and the delicate transparency of lace are amalgamated into intuitive, concise and patina-heavy comp...