I felt alone and overwhelmed, I felt no one could really get me so I went to see art, because art must be in the same position as me, I figured. Standing there, surrounded by art and it suddenly struck me…art does not try to share, art does not care if it’s properly understood; the only thing art cares about is that you look at her. And it becomes a mirror…you suddenly realize you’re not looking at the painting…you’re looking at the tempest that is gaining momentum inside your soul. And I knew that’s what I had to do to other people in order to regain balance. So I stopped trying to look nice and I began taking after art.