I remember when I was a young boy around 8 years old. Lying in my bed before falling asleep, a feeling often came to me that my body parts were not the same in size and shape as I saw them during the day. Sometimes, my thumb would turn into the size of a house and my hips became slim like a needle. This fantasy became so vivid that at times I had to open my eyes just to confirm that it was not real.
It was at this stage that I started to become aware the different kinds of worlds in life—one you can see, one you cannot; a rational objective reality and an inner reality in which we experience and exist, both equally true. The question I have asked myself since is how to transform this inner experience into a body by using clay and proportions. My sculptures are my suggestion for this internal space—not only does it exist but it is also a reality during the day when my eyes are open.