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

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.

Ruins, for me, are the beginning. With the debris, you can construct new ideas. They are symbols of a beginning.

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

But I believe above all that I wanted to build the palace of my memory, because my memory is my only homeland.

History speaks to artists. It changes the artist's thinking and is constantly reshaping it into different and unexpected images.

I am of the opinion that there are artists and non-artists. I think that this is the way it always was and always will be. I do not believe that we are in the center of the world. It is possible that there are gods who do not relate to human. As an artist, I believe that it is possible to depict these forces.