Alex Bodea

My studio is my office.

What I do in one sentence: Take time to think on something I have seen and make a world out of it.

Why I didn’t get a proper job: Other people’s job are to be (mock) presidents, start wars, produce loads of stuff nobody needs and send disco balls into the space, as it recently happened, so I don’t think my job is less proper. The job as we know it, might come to an end, soon.

An artwork I dream of and I would get accomplished if space, time and money were abundant: I can get anything I want on a few centimetres of paper.

Artists, I have on my watch list (and why): They come and go, always changing, there is a big offer out there.

I am afraid of my dark side.

How I want to be buried resp. words I want to be written on my tombstone: “never thought of it.”

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