[...] I realise that I love the pieces that “love me”, always more. Those pieces that make me feel comfortable, which coincide with my sensibility, which allow me to express something because they really are in harmony with me, because those pieces also speak about me. Perhaps this is where the border between a simple execution and the possibility of an interpretation lies.
To understand a work means to be able to live with it. It’s a bit like a lover. One doesn’t choose a person to whom one is indifferent. However, luckily I have plenty of lovers... [...]