A good deal of our politics is physiological.
Normally my head is always filled with art ideas and things that I have to do, deadlines that I have to meet.
I try not to manipulate reality. . . What will happen, will happen. Let things be themselves.
I liked the idea of the words floating in space and the space behind it moving all the time, ever changing.
I know where the mistakes are. Nothing is perfect and I understand that.
The words represent ideas first of all. That is something you have to understand. I mean, it is not just an object, but it is an object with a history and it is loaded with all kinds of implications and ideas. They exist in the world in a very special way. So they kind of represent some aspect of the world that we perceive, as do photographs, as do drawings of trees or whatever. And they are not a one to one. They are not the world, but they kind of refer to the world and they also exist in the world.
I like the work hanging free in the frame. I don't like too much frame around it but I like a little breathing space around the piece.
As young people make diverse claims on the promise of a radical democracy, articulating what a fair and just world might be, they are increasingly met with forms of physical, ideological and structural violence.
He who walking on the sea could calm the bitter waves, who gives life to the dying seeds of the earth; he who was able to loose the mortal chains of death, and after three days darkness could bring again to the upper world the brother for his sister Martha: he, I believe, will make Damasus rise again from the dust.
You have to protect your food, otherwise someone else takes it! There is no divinity in here! But there is divinity there: In a civilised order where no being has to defend for its food!
Isn't it strange how the leaders of nations can talk so eloquently about peace while they prepare for war?. . . There is no way to make peace while preparing for war.