You once said: “An artist exists where there is no order or clarity. It’s always a storm inside.”
How comfortable are you living in that state? Is this “storm” a way for you to understand yourself and the world?
It isn’t comfortable — it’s difficult, and sometimes it feels simply impossible. But at times I need that state in order to exist and to feel alive. I crave inner silence, and honestly, over the past four years, more and more often. Right now it’s hard to let the storm pull me under, because climbing back out is harder when you don’t feel safe.