i am a horder - my brother calls my stuff ‘outrageous filth’ - i know people who agree with my brother.

40 odd years of art practice accumulates
sounds are huge and quite capable to take up space!

what is all that sound about
who is really interested?
where do i get the chuzpah from to do what i do?
why is this sound not changing society?
if Hanns Eisler is right that "those who only understand music will not understand music at all"
than how much do i have to understand of music to create some?


art invites questions,
big and small
i decided that now i have to ask a few big ones

what? who? which? where?
the only question i no longer ask is: why?

it’s time to investigate, ruminate and move.
i listen backwards to move.