It feels like I’m always right in the middle of a constant battle between rational and emotional systems of my brain. Apparently, all the beautiful contradictions which make my art what it is emerge from this confrontation.
I have no idea about who I am and I know very well who I am.
I escaped from physical to digital once and now I’m escaping digital but using it all the time.
My art has no meaning but I can talk about it for hours.
Philosophical reflections almost killed me at some point but philosophy is my foundation, my doctor, my friend, my private space and my worst enemy.
When I am too rational I hate it. When I am too emotional I hate it. But I love both conditions and especially when they are unbalanced. It creates movement.