Art is about making the right choices.
For every single page, you have to choose: what to leave and what to carry over.
Such small decisions influence how they look at art as a piece (if it can be forced into one piece)
Sometimes I remember the things that I had to leave behind, because they did not fit in.
They did not fit into what others expect.
I suppose that’s what I like about art in my dreams – that could exist in our reality: it exists somewhere else.