Sometimes I take a picture and I don’t know why. And afterwards I try to look behind it. But the picture remains a photocopy of something I have seen … nothing more. Like this building near the airport of Moscow. The days passed and the picture remained this boring piece of emptiness until that special day when the yellow in this picture suddenly attacked me. And now I am kind of hurt. I suffer and have to save my soul. That´s more or less always the beginning of my work.