I am an obsessive doodler condemned to a life of endless meetings, Doodling is a survival mechanism. My doodles, my scribbles, the imprints of a hyperactive mind trying to suppress a loud yawn in a conference room; if you like them, if they amuse or entertain you in any way, then an important part of my life was not completely wasted.
Adapting the spontaneous, free association, loose style of my sketch book doodles to a painting scale. In my sketch books I draw over my meeting notes, I do not have an intention or subject, I am not taking myself or what I am doing seriously, somehow the doodles have a mind of their own, an unexpected story they want to tell, I am both the artist and the spectator.
