"I occupy myself putting one thing together with the other thing so that the next thing becomes. That is, somewhere between interacting unruly components and perceived wholes – the act that persuades a peculiar accumulation to emerge as something in itself. I like when blue, yellow and red have a chat, but some of their conversations doesn’t please me. I like when a wet lump of clay tells me about previous movements. I like to put something up, so one might almost have a complete thought about it. To be momentarily transported. I also like when the wizardry of strong colours and the quackery of pretended symmetries promote a comfortable outer mesh that halts the acknowledgment of everything's dilapidated misery – or delicate composition, if you will. I like the idea, that from this onset, I send my deliberately coincidental and gaudy vessels, conveying ambiguous contentiousness, provisional acceptance and illusory but necessary harmonies."