Seeing is touching. Touching is touching. What happens when we touch? There is a cross over, a bleeding of one into the other. Edges become blurry and fuzzy. We are not sure where one ends and the other begins. Touching is sharing. My flesh is made of this world. (Merleau Ponty) I touch and because I touch I can see. I  am touched and I touch. Touching is interbeing it is relational. It is what makes us human. Touching is empathy. Touching is love.

TOUCHING
Aquarelles on acid free paper
19 cm x 15 cm
50..- Euros each

Also available as 30 cm x 40 cm limited edition alu-dibond prints
​450 Euros each