I am interested in solving an unknown factor of art and an unknown factor of life.
Excellence has no sex.
I would like the work to be non-work. This means that it would find its way beyond my preconceptions...It is the unknown quantity from which and where I want to go. As a thing, an object, it accedes to its non-logical self. It is something, it is nothing.
Don't ask what the work is. Rather, see what the work does.
Life doesn't last, art doesn't last
In my inner soul art and life are inseparable.