Take a look at what was done the previous day and I hope I can connect again.

Metal, dark electronics, ambient. White/brown noise generators; podcasts and audiobooks. Ice Ages' This killing emptiness (2000). Gatecreeper's Deserted (2019).

The very early cubism style of Magritte, impressionism, "flat design," and pastel colour schemes.

Making more music.

There are many influences—it would be very hard to name one. I've read a lot of design/photography and composition books over the years.

When I was at academy. Tal R told me: "Great dance steps, but in the wrong club." It's kind of true in hindsight—it’s not enough to have skills if you’re not in the right place or context. Back then I was unwilling to accept it (does one even need belong to a club?), but the clever/funny phrasing stuck with me.

There's a lot of bad advice that I give myself on a daily basis. I'm shocked when I look at work-in-progress photos: missed opportunities, almost-finished (and later painted over) pieces...

All kinds of work materials and tools. But my studio is already so full of stuff, I've been trying to hold back lately.

Letting myself be distracted by self-doubt all the time.

Cities in general have turned into a big turnoff for me. It's very exhausting to be bombarded with that much stimulus and noise.

Depends, but in general—not really. On the other hand, I enjoy surprises when I encounter them while doing my process-based pieces (in a "sandbox"), or when viewing other people's art.

Besides good gin, I have a little weakness for [Perlenbacher Premium Pils] canned beer from the discount grocery store Lidl.

Everything's been a sequence of complex, very organic steps that have shaped me to be who I am. It's very hard to name only one. Maybe the recognition that being an Artist is my only option.

What goes up must go down.

It's when people comment on my works and I get the feeling we'd be able to connect.

I'm not much into traditional adventures; I sublimate on the canvas. It might sound boring, but when you reach that state where the (mostly negative) analyzing chatter of your mind falls silent, it becomes a truly adventurous journey.

Creating without overthinking. Resurrecting the playful flow state of my younger self.

When I look back, it's astonishing for me to think about how things have played out since I decided to become a painter.

It's hard to imagine, but maybe I'd be a movie director or musician.