When it comes to words I have a uniqueness that I find almost impossible in art – and it's my words that actually make my art quite unique.

I'm a terrible cook, but if I could cook, I would see that in art as well, it's how much creative energy you put into something.

Strolling on the plateau of life, desperate for the mountain, I never thought that I would get this far. It's only art that has carried me through, given me faith in my own existence. But now I am approaching a point in my life where I desire more.

People try constantly to use me and I hate it.

I am fiercely independent and I probably wouldn't be if it wasn't for the way in which I was brought up

My influences were from Europe from between 1900 and 1945. My favorite artists were Egon Schiele or Edvard Munch. I wasn't interested in contemporary art at all.

Have you ever longed for someone so much, so deeply that you thought you would die? That your heart would just stop beating? I am longing now, but for whom I don't know. My whole body craves to be held. I am desperate to love and be loved. I want my mind to float into another's. I want to be set free from despair by the love I feel for another. I want to be physically part of someone else. I want to be joined. I want to be open and free to explore every part of them, as though I were exploring myself.