I am grateful that I haven’t personally met my personal heroes: The mad hatter, Tottoro, Nausica, Kerouac, Don Quixote, The little prince,…
I dreamt of becoming an archeologist. I don’t think I ever wanted to be a studio artist. This is a very cowardly confession. Its fine though. I have more tolerance for cowards than heroes.
I find it really nice of “them” that they value colors by wearing them as emblems.
I think it is sad that blue bruises are multiplying in children’s dreams. And yet I tend to appreciate art a bit more than I am supposed too.
I'm stirred by daily accidents, an idea or a situation.
I like to enter my work with certain uncertainties. I'm more interested in the process that takes place.
I make sure that my feet never touch the line separating the tiles on the pavement.
I have obsessive compulsive disorder. This is probably why repetition is constantly present in my works. And such repetition attests not the confirmed certainty of individual identity but rather its end.