The most likely place to meet me by chance is in a museum or a theater. The title and this sentence alone answer the question, “What is art to me?” But I will continue…

For some, art is psychotherapy; for others, it’s entertainment. To some, it’s incomprehensible, and to others, simply indifferent. For me, it is the only thing that keeps me alive! It’s the sole reason I wake up in the morning and truly live—not just exist, but live.

I wake up, sleep, and think about what I’m going to watch or create. My life is divided into two phases: voraciously consuming cultural goods and relentlessly producing cultural goods.

At some point, I realized that although I am always professionally involved, even indirectly, with culture, it no longer satisfies me. I want culture to be the foundation of my life at every level. I want to give up everything and live as an artist.

Therefore, for me, art is the most precious thing in the world. Nothing exists beyond or above it… NOTHING.