Well, I haven't chosen it. It picked me. Someone said I can't remember who, but the artist has one hand with god and one hand with the earth, and he flows in between.
Even in my childhood, I felt this urge, almost an obsession, that I needed to make or do and work with a concept or idea, to ask the question that everyone is avoiding or to give the answer that nobody dares to say. It's bigger than me.
Now I just let it all flow. History has proven that some things came too early and some too late, but all these works were indispensable. So who am I to judge?
