(text by artist)
The small-scale Kapok paintings depict the blood-red flowers which have fallen, splattered on the pavement, locked in a twisting and possibly violent embrace. Metallic surfaces sporadically invite us to approach and look both outwards and inwards. These attempts at self-recognition are undermined by the surface's unforgiving distortions. When one does examine the image, he will find abstractions reminiscent of bodily matter, in which details of kapok petals, bacteria-like organisms and disposable surgical gloves may be detected. Scattered on the floor, adrift and unstable, the kapok diaspora do battle with unknown elements as best they can, mirroring any struggles, aggressive interactions and determined protests which one may call to mind.