My inspiration is quite close to irritation. I ask many questions. How much sense does everything have? Why should we be understandable and transparent? Why should things always fit together? Are we able to accept some dissonance? Or, on the contrary, to find consonance?
WHY DO I NEED CLOTHES IF I AM NOT GOING ANYWAY
AS READY TO LAUGH AS TO CRY
FRAGILE ARTWORK. PLEASE DON’T TOUCH
I was surprised by amount of feedback “Oh it is about me”.