I actually do mostly painting. Or taping. I think a lot about relations between people – how they stand in a room, how they stand against or next to or together with another. Or as opposites – what one is, what a lonely form is, what a group or collective is. What happens when forms connect, when they start to disintegrate, to disappear? How we, as single forms, as we always are, experience isolation? An isolated figure can be sad but also powerful. A group of forms can be a texture. Isolated forms can be part of a collective.