My interest in classical sculpture awoke rather late. I took it for granted, as I imagine is the case of most people living in European cities. To me, the aesthetic was something... well, nice looking, but at the same time, almost invisible – the perfect white surface, the idealized bodies. I felt the aesthetics of classical sculpture were burdened with out-dated values and reminders of injustice. Something I interpreted as a very clear back then.
After a lecture in art history about melancholy and the myth of Narcissus, my eyes opened up to the current themes in this ancient story about one individual’s obsession with oneself. This was around 2008 and I had just got my first iPhone. The selfie boom had started taking off. I was more or less glued to my smartphone’s camera for years. Looking back, I do believe this was an important period for me, realizing that ‘new’ and ‘now’ is relative. About a year later, I found myself sculpting my first girl: she had a T-shirt on with the text Born 2 Die on its back. Very drama, a perfect narcissist.