During its lifetime, a tree keeps growing within numerous wind and air.
But it doesn’t know which direction it would be taking itself before it actually grows.
Growing ‘memories’ are just layered in its own body, and at the same time it finds new directions to take.
When I realized that human beings lead an undecided existence until they die like trees,
I concluded that I won’t be controlled anymore in a fixed identity made by myself.
I will release myself however I want, wherever I go.
“I steer clear of definitions. I don’t know what I want. I am inconsistent, noncommittal, passive; I like the indefinite, the boundless; I like continual uncertainty.”
– Gerhard Richter