I became a surrealist at the age of 3.
At that time my mom and I had a habit of telling stories to each other.
One of mine started like this: Once upon a time there was a cucumber and he married a bear…
I consider my paintings the children of this happy marriage and Klimt, Schiele and Chagall were their godfathers.
They were born and raised in a musical environment, as in my free time from painting I am a professional musician.
Being more attracted to absurdity than normality, and more to dreams than reality, I always considered myself a surrealist.
But since life is full of absurdities, I think I could consider myself a realist. Therefore, “Surrealism” is merely the other name for “Realism”
