I am haunted by obsessions. They live in me, feeding themselves from my thoughts, memories and from my experiences. And so, they grow in time and the more they do, the more they distort my view of the world.

Like a virus, they take over me. And they become lenses through which I see the world.

1. Everything is texture. Nature is for me a very complex set of fractals, described by repetition, by predictable actions. But most of all defined by exceptions from the rules that define it. It`s these exceptions that make everything that surrounds us unique and beautiful. The asymmetry of a tree, the (almost) perfect shape of a flower, the (almost straight) hand drawn line, the (almost identical) twins, the (almost) parallel and (almost) perfect annual growth rings of a tree. The world around us can be reduced to shapes and textures. Our micro- and macro universe are connected by repetitive shapes. What do the veins that transport blood in our body and air through our lungs, the structure of a leaf, the branches growing on a tree, or the image of our built environment have in common? It`s their shape and their fractal growth method that unites them.

2. Architecture is for me, the most magnificent art of all. There would be no other art without architecture. We couldn`t define a civilization or describe the history of human kind without understanding the way they`ve built their cities. Who are the Egyptians without the pyramids, the Greeks without the Agora, the Romans without the aqueduct? Architecture is what is left of us, as individuals or as a civilization.

We rest layers upon the skin of the earth. We walk upon bones of our ancestors, we build homes over ancient sites, we constantly renew our built environment, laying new sheets of collective memory. "When we come across a mound in the wood, six feet long and three feet wide, raised in a pyramidal form by means of a spade, we become serious and something in us says: somebody lies buried here. This is architecture." (Adolf Loos).

3. Density is what both nature and humans create. Density is found in nature as well as in architecture. It is both a sign of richness or health and as well as one of disease and death. There is density in the structure of our cities, in the house of a bee family, in a flower field or in a summer rain. But also in a cancerous tumor, or in the invasion of a timber roof through a family of termites. It is these thoughts that my drawings describe. They materialize my obsessions, visualize the possible connections between architecture and texture, texture and density, density and nature, nature and architecture. The technique itself: black, line drawings on paper is a statement of how complex thoughts can be brought to an essential.

There is infinity in a simple, black line. A continuous line can draw the history of architecture, describe the feeling I had while walking through a forest invaded by midday spring sun or help me communicate with someone that doesn`t speak my language.

The use of color is not needed. Actually, neither is the use of words.