My paintings are made of paint soaked paper that are hung on nails or thrown at walls. I avoid the prison of the picture frame, and there is no clever thinking or skilled technique to what I do. This way of working provokes recall of a redundant way of looking, that we all inherit from our distant ancestral origins, but now suppress in the depth of our mind because of the evolution of our intelligence. We look to remove raw experience from what we see, and this destroys the instinctive view that once showed us the world in an original way.