I don’t have a fixed idea about what I want to say with my work. Art is a way of sorting things out. Getting to places that you hadn’t imagined when you started out. Sorting chaos. Trying to stay sane. Finding pleasure. Transforming anger. Sharing eyes. Melancholy and rage (among other things) are felt. It affects me and my life. For the moment the best way for me to understand all this is through making these things, revisiting them by walking back the tracks and planning the next step.