As I am not an artist or even especially artistic, I can’t say I have some kind of “pain of creation” when I make the designs. I know, however, that sometimes I need to “stare at nothing” and to be alone so that I “hear and see” what I’m thinking about. From where do the designs come from, then?

Sometimes some things just need to be tested on the fabric in order to see what they look like transferred from head to the cloth. Sometimes there is some obsession that I need to print some specific pattern on a cloth or else it won’t leave me alone. I can’t rationalize why it needs to be done. It just does. Sometimes there’s some word or a adage bouncing around in my head. From that, a picture is formed in my head. And as you have seen, everything looks quite simple in my head.

Nature shouldn’t be forgotten here. Our beautiful, perfect and inspiring nature.

Children’s drawings have always fascinated me. They are drawn with focus and the result is almost always a perfect success. You don’t look for dimensions or the right curve of a line, they are perfect like that, with first try. Maybe they are fascinating because I draw like that too. However, there is one substantive difference between mine and their drawings: authenticity. Children’s drawings are authentic, and mine try to be something. That’s why I don’t alter their drawings, so the authenticity wouldn’t disappear.

We were spending an afternoon with a four-year-old girl. She had new chalks which we used to draw on the yard tiles outside. She drew her father and a sun. She was carefully drawing rays around the sun so that it wouldn’t look like a spider. She was having shivers from the thought of a skewed sun. I was drawing too. She looked at my drawing and asked what it was. I told it was a house. She was inspecting it for a moment and then said that it is not a house, colored like that (red) and all. I asked what is it then. The answer came: clearly it is a doghouse.