Sometimes I walk into the studio without a plan. No project, no deadline, no message to convey. Just me, the quiet, and the rustle of old paper.
I start fiddling—cutting for the pure joy of it, letting my hands lead while my mind drifts elsewhere.I search for pleasing shapes. Elegant letters. Odd words. Stray fragments from dusty books and forgotten magazines. Especially those gems from the mid-century – when ads were mad, quotes were questionable, and style came with a wink.
The collages in this series have no deeper meaning. No agenda. They were born from a playful mood, a sense of freedom. I glued them onto old book covers, simply because I love their worn surfaces and the lives they once held.There’s a strange kind of beauty in doing something “just because.” No pressure, no perfection.
Just cutting, placing, gluing. A quiet rebellion against overthinking. A return to instinct.So here they are – small paper experiments, made without reason other than the pleasure of making. I hope they make you smile, raise an eyebrow, or spark a memory.Have fun looking at them. I sure had fun making them.