I paint to make the images and worlds consuming my imagination appear on the canvas, with a sense of nostalgia for something I never experienced. Undead images from the Internet, the past haunting the present, an ever-growing darkness.
Gay cruising. Unproductive spaces for unproductive sex. Cruising possibilities, cruising time, cruising darkness, cruising silence. Secrecy as a state of mind, as a parallel world. Twilight, underworld, inner-world, access to fairy-land, to Oz, to a time warp connecting different generations of gay men cruising a different darkness in the folds of history, the same silence and secrecy across time and cultures. The screen of the smartphone as the White Rabbit hole or the looking glass to a dark wonderland full of excitement and hope, gem-like streetlights glistening, terrible and beautiful beasts looming in dark corners.