»I see art as condensed or expanded feelings, as fragments of a story, a shout or a whisper about something that is present or is lacking and is thereby present. At its core art is a primeval language. It speaks all tongues to all ages; it is at once incomprehensible and comprehensible, gloomy and glad, powerful and gentle, humorous and scathing. It speaks and speaks and some of it you understand with your head, some of it with your skin, some of it with your heart; some of it you cannot understand at all but just perceive and hoard away in your inner pantry like a kind of stockpile that suddenly comes into its own when the time is ripe.