Because of my Calvinistic upbringing, I was trained to think that what you do has to have a purpose.

When I see a new artist I give myself a lot of time to reflect and decide whether it's art or not.

Buying art is not understanding art.

As a child I had no toys; our house was bombed, but there were lots of bricks. Ruins are wonderful because they are the beginning of something new, you can do something with them.

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

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.

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