Toni Kater

My studio is my capsule, where time doesn’t exist..

What I do in one sentence: I try to give something, that’s inside of me, a shape.

Why I didn’t get a proper job: What’s a proper job? Once I’ve tried and the first sentence I’ve been told, was: Never ask your boss questions.

An artwork I dream of and I would get accomplished if space, time and money were abundant: A place, where people can experience time and sensitivity again.

Artists, I have on my watch list (and why): Artists, who have something to say. There are a lot of them!

I am afraid of stupidity.

How I want to be buried resp. words I want to be written on my tombstone: I want to be scattered as ashes into the sea. But who should do this?