I have always been a reluctant artist, maybe because when I make art, I also obsess about meaning, existence and inhumanity. I can’t seem to separate them, and I have always questioned what kind of contribution I could make by spending my time creating objects with no tangible purpose. So I have tried doing other things.
But nothing in life has ever meant as much to me as visual art. It has been my solace and refuge, when I am making it or viewing it. It is where I experience awe in my life. It is the means by which I best process ideas. It is necessary for me to have any sort of peace in my life.
Even when I am not consciously focusing on a particular history or theme, the state of the world runs like a river through my art making.