I'm not into a preoccupation with the fixed, certain, clear, simplified, obvious, finnished and polished... Everything's in a state of disintegration and assembling, especialy our perception; it's like foggy memories of old things gone by, only the key moments of which are left, or dreams - things that never were, but at one moment appeared convincing, or maybe even something made out of fragments of both. Sometimes it's easier to get lost in pictures which are poetic.