Where I come from, the point of making art is to find out. If I were to answer all those questions in advance with some agenda, the potential in that first moment — in
every moment — would collapse into a narrow means to a preconfigured end. This is unfathomable to my kind. Why strike off in search of a thing, the nature and location of which you've always known?
No. A first shot is all the method I need. I have long lost count of the worlds I've wandered, and there still awaits, behind every new thought or image, a corridor of the mind with no other entrance, and with an exit where there has never been before. If you look for it.