GOD meets the DEVIL. FASHION, COLOR, FORM AND STRUCTURE. CLASH OF THE TITANS. WHOS STRONGER? WHOS MORE POWERFUL? WHO WINS THE PRIZE!
In the netherworld of my soul, I've always been the referee and the messenger between these two most divine forces. How do I dare go to heaven....how do I enter the depths of hell! And what fun it is to get on the cloud of color, the tactile magic carpet and enter the world of the Chosen One, the Evil one, the Celestial MAIL MAN, THE OMNIPOTENT INFINITE SPIRIT OF COLOR.
El Diablo, the scissor, the destructive parter of the Dead Sea that breaks through the periphery of Heaven. The Cloth, the Talis of the angels, the mannequin, the HOLY SEPLECURE......The machine, the instrument of the Gods or Bealzabub what ever the moment dictates, and the body of Christ.... the dress or the chair. The Resurrection of jesus into Heaven.
This is how Ive lived since the age of 7, an undercover religious Zealot. Born into the jewish faith I secretly received communion at the age of 12, hiding my medal of Mary the divine mother under my Fiorucci T-shirt.
it hasn't been easy !!!!
jesus =color=color=color=COLOR ,Almighty salvation into the celestial stratosphere.
the fabric, the ink, the garment and the chair to me are the Orgasm of LIFE.
Enjoy the ride! As I Have.