So. If I remember correctly, the idea of the egg was that of birth. Life begins with an egg. Some people say that it also begins in a womb, but I think that even in the womb, there’s an egg. Some life begins simply with heat and moisture. A lot of life begins with a seed. And so this new shape which I began working with still thinking of an egg, because of the technical difficulties which I didn’t foresee, ended up looking more like some kind of seed. Which made me sort of happy. An introduction of a new idea. Funny, how work itself can show new things to see and think about. So the egg was the birthplace of the Hearts. The egg is where the hearts are. Where the very old visual symbol of the four interconnected intertwined hearts which was possibly just a decorative thing in the beginning takes on a different meaning. That of the interconnection of humanity. And on and on to the interconnection of everything. It’s kind of funny, when you think that whatever you do to anybody and to anything, you’re actually doing it to yourself. Because we’re all part of one. I’m a part of Humanity, which is one, and if I hurt you I’m hurting my self. Whatever I do to Earth, I’m doing to my self. Like my smoking, sooner or later it’ll catch up to me. Made my bed badly and then shit in it. Of course it’s me that has to sleep in it.
