Making collages is like keeping a journal for me, it isn’t necessarily calculated but it happens on a regular basis. This habit actually started early in my teens, when tearing apart images in order to create new ones was a soothing outlet for the tormented young girl that I was. And so, to the point of having to bring back twelve kilos of collages’ notebooks from Leeds to Brussels, at the end of my my first year of art school – it had been a prolific year, indeed!
I also became the proud family supplier of birthday cards! – and so since the nineties… I always begin by manipulating materials at hand like a newspaper or a magazine, to which I add stickers, wrapping papers, tape, bribes of texts, cuts of some of my artworks… Rarely satisfied with the first results, I usually continue by removing, tearing or scratching some of the upper layers in order to discover what lies behind – until I start seeing something, something detaching itself from the chaos.
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