I’m making work for a new exhibition coming up. Im working on these life-size paper figures, who always seem to be alone in this world. They don’t have any possessions, maybe a bag or a nice jacket. But I don’t think they are longing for more. They have a deeper longing within themselves; they want to find their own way of living, their own identity. They want to live a life in which all makes sense. At the same time, they also want to live in harmony with the society and with their fellow human beings. Is that what they are searching for; harmony? And when they have finally found this harmony, is that all? Or will they start longing for chaos and confusion again, just to feel alive? And start their journey all over?