FAQs

Why did you become an artist?

It’s an overwhelming feeling, making something using your own means and ideas, something that exists right in front of you. It’s like breathing life into a lump of clay, almost like being the Pygmalion of old. After finishing secondary school, I sat down beneath the chestnut tree in front of the school and made my decision to waste my youth on art—and the rest of my life, too.
I had to battle my way there, though. It wasn’t totally clear from the start that I would become an artist. I would’ve also liked to have pursued my obsession with working with my hands by using my leptosomatic sensitivities as a dentist; or else put my intellectual exhibitionism on display as a journalist. But I’d already tasted blood elsewhere, had the luck to be able to try my hand both in and out of school at making things with soapstone, clay, and ink; becoming an artist was probably the more socially acceptable choice.