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Back to joy

My sculptures are autobiographical, even confessional. They bring me back to my childhood. It makes me feel guilty – sure I know I should be interested in something bigger than me. But my sculptures are not big. They demand to exist, to be made, for some reason, and for me, living with guilt is part of the price.

If this is a path, what is its direction? I think it goes through chaos towards joy. Back to joy, to that intense and fragile state of happiness that is experienced in childhood, forgotten in adulthood and needs to be found again.

Michelangelo's Crouching boy in the Hermitage.