I was interested in transcendence from a very early age. I was interested in what was over there, what was behind life. So when I had my first communion I was very disappointed. I had expected something amazing and surprising and spiritual. Instead all I got was a bicycle. That wasn't what I was after at all.

I am against the idea of the end, that everything culminates in paradise or judgment.

Art is longing. You never arrive, but you keep going in the hope that you will.

What does the artist do? He draws connections. He ties the invisible threads between things. He dives into history, be it the history of mankind, the geological history of the Earth or the beginning and end of the manifest cosmos.

Not content, but the road the artist takes, is the interesting part.

I never see a forest that does not bear a mark or a sign of history.

Life is an illusion. I am held together in the nothingness by art.