I’m browsing through a catalogue of Documenta 1992. Loads of art, it was great to be there. And I am part of this, even if a lot of people don’t see the value of my work, I’m making the art-world as well. I am looking for one of the tiniest and most touching pieces of art etched in my memory, an egg in a glass of water with a sailing boat floating over it. Small. Vulnerable. You might think it insignificant. It tells about dreams. I do not hear all these things while I watch this sculpture but I feel moved and beauty and vulnerability. It is a sculpture to be overlooked easily. Like many things in life, small things are easily missed. The world of the moment (perhaps this is the same in every era) roars down on us over all things important it seems.
For me art is bringing us back to the things that are usually hidden in our heart. So we might feel once more what is really important.