“At sea, you experience things and absorb impressions. There is no time for photographs, and no hand free to take them. The moments burn themselves all the deeper into memory, becoming inner images — only to break through at some point, in the silence of the studio, as a conglomerate of individual fragments.”

Gradually, something began to build inside me. Something wanted out, something was burning within me. I wanted to paint again, to give form to this inner unrest. But the scale of what I was carrying inside me had become too large for my studio and for the formats I had worked with before…