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A
nice boy whose year in Vietnam turned him to the dark side, and the
worship of Mother Night.
Art
school graduate with a degree in sculpture. To lazy to learn to draw
and saw the photographs as a way to create in a way that painters
do, his own language dealing with his fears, dreams and desires.
He
is a disciple of the artist Hans Belmer, and in his own way a lover
of droll, sardonic wit.

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