As we live in reality where money and what we can buy almost completely dictates what we can do and what we are, it is marginal to live and do art almost without money.

It is strange to notice what it is to be on the edge and how much further one can move to find more edge, edgier place, marginal, isolated and new. It is an emotional place living on string where impossible and unthinkable appear to be the light. To find marginal was to grow tired of budged and project driven art, to grow tired of being said what is possible and what not, who is in who not, how things are done and what is unacceptable. When artists begin to have institutions and curators as authorities it is time to step out.