In my work it’s about the painter. The romantic idea of painting does not always reflect the reality of my studio practice. What should an artist do? What books should he read? How does he feed himself to create an image? These are the questions that keep me busy. The endless, repetitiveness of daily life: waking up, wandering around the city and visit my studio, gazing round, going back home and sleep. This is the essence of ‘the loneliness of the modern man’. An empty studio harbors the works that have not yet been painted. I paint and my work is about painting.