At first, I approached his work with some reluctance, maybe incomprehension when exposed to such a perfect explanation of very succinct ideas. But then, after chatting with him, I realised how simple, logic and right the ideas of this German-born felt. Listening to his explanation can be compared to the discovery of a treasure out of the blue. It is quite surprising how much one has to dig in order to unveil the hidden face of a creator so rare and antagonistic in his artistic persona. Born in Kiel, Germany, raised in Vienna and now professionally established midway between London and Berlin, Mullan emerges as a thoughtful creator whose potential leaves you clearly astonished, when not making you think twice about the meaning of things. After all, don’t expect to find the man but the idea. We talk to him after his latest exhibition at Dittrich & Schlechtriem Gallery, Die Fuge. As Paul Feigelfeld writes in the essay that can be found in its catalogue, “It is the caulk, the poetic condensation, that opens the fissure that we as subjects seep into and from which Mullan’s work leaks.”