
Look for a face,
look for a bird,
look for a dance…
look for love,
look for betrayal,
look for greed…
You always see what you look for.

There is nothing silly or capricious about nonsense.
Nonsense is a way of expanding our language.
To create a coherent description of reality, we have to use a precise language
which, by definition, limits our description by its grammar and vocabulary.
But reality bleeds through the edges, frightening and fascinating,
creating chaos and, at the same time, the opportunity to expand our language
and – therefore – our world.

As each of us is unique, each has a potential world unique to oneself.
A world where one is genuine, and passionate, and in love…
not quite with oneself, but rather with one’s potential,
with one’s capacity to inhabit it fully and honestly, without fears and excuses.
Some of us are lucky enough to catch a glimpse of this world and even share its reflection.
Most of us yearn for it and wither and die inside for the lack of it…

The magic of Christmas…
Warmth in time of cold,
lights in time of darkness,
food in time of hunger,
drink in time of responsibility…
The most basic,
the most primitive,
the most human…

For me, the value of surrealism is not in showing something unusual,
it is in making us look at ordinary things anew…
Seeing what somebody else made up is nothing compared to co-creating a world!

By its nature, fiction is limited to what its’ author already knows.
Only realism and exploration have a chance
of actually expanding the universe of our cultural imagination.

The Museum of Natural History.
A monument to Darwin and a memorial to intellectual courage.
To those few who really did not want to make a fuss,
but also could not live with themselves
without stating: “E pur si muove!”
To those, to whom we owe our freedom.
Thank you.