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My
ideas and concepts evolve while playing with a computer. My raw material
consists of pixels. I transform pixels or I accept random pixel transformations
if appropriate.
My work is determined by the computer. The machine is a reflection of
myself. It is all about duplication and fictitious rationality. My head
is a hard disk which is just as messy as my apartment. My computer is
a black box.
