"Each personal project is the challenge of a new creative frontier, a new plastic discourse, something that ignites passion from deep within. If it doesn't, there's nothing to be done, which, honestly, is a fantastic alternative. Apathy or passion. With the former, I stop breathing, and as oxygen diminishes, the senselessness, unease, and a mix of anguish and pleasure increase. I don't deny that perilous state of turmoil, but once filled with emptiness, I despair to glimpse something that brings me back to life. It's true, muses don't arrive on their own, nor do they make appointments. When the idea, the vision, the imperative desire to create something arises, in that moment, there is passion. As you see, it's all quite mundane. Passion mobilizes the energies and predisposes my knowledge and experience, just like anyone else. For a few weeks, maybe months, I'll be outside myself, happy in the obsessive whirlwind, anesthetized with the cursed project, as my projects always, always end up being a nest of snakes. But I finish them, I impose it on myself. Months or years, it doesn't matter how long it takes."