The pictures I make. There is no common theme, only pictorial glimpses of events, moods. When you try to do your best. Sometimes the brain was completely stumped, nothing moving in the mind's recesses. And the sleepless nights, watching the night sky, the yard and the park – the familiar haunts. Sleepless nights. How the night transforms even familiar places. It gives rise to images in the mind, memories, fragments of things you forgot you remembered, things that never were, places, moments, sensations – as if from the realm of dreams, even though I was awake.

I also portray loneliness in some of my work, the loneliness that is in all of us, one way or another. And Gypsy thoughts, tableaux of the dark people. In some picture a person or persons get caught up in events, in another a woman sits looking at a table; letters are reflected on its surface, a dolphin and a palm tree. How I would like to go on holiday, lie under a palm tree, lazily watch a dolphin play in the sea. Somehow the mind took wing away from itself, outside as it were, under the skin of the people in the pictures, like characters in a play – each a life happening in a point of their own.

I am telling a story in images. I am making a story that might be an event in your life, a moment inscribed in the mind's memory. I am making the story together with the works, like sensing different waves of emotion – in myself and in others. To see through the night into unity, something you cannot see in the light of day. Like seeing into the collective flow of humanity opened up by the nocturnal subconscious. And of course there is the stress, the challenge that the result of my efforts, the works, be understandable to other people besides me, that the one who sees and watches would also feel something.

And money problems, studio rent is overdue. Help! How am I going to pay this and that bill, my skin is red raw. From scratching. The rash is getting worse again, my breath is whistling, asthma is gnawing at me and my lungs ache. The entire chest is aching, I've got to go on. And so I start going to the gym again after a long break. My mood gets better, I get my strength back. My mind starts working again, I believe that things will work out. I continue to make pictures, the pencil flies over the paper, the colours sing a multicoloured melody, pictures are born.