The reason for this project comes from my childhood, that is clear to me. I did not have any toys. So, I played in the bricks of ruined buildings around me and with which I built houses.
Art really is something very difficult. It is difficult to make, and it is sometimes difficult for the viewer to understand. It is difficult to work out what is art and what is not art.
When, at the end of the 1960s, I became interested in the Nazi era, it was a taboo subject in Germany. No one spoke about it anymore, no more in my house than anywhere else.
If I do something that depresses, it's not because I'm depressed, but because political life and history is depressing.
But I believe above all that I wanted to build the palace of my memory, because my memory is my only homeland.
Life is an illusion. I am held together in the nothingness by art.