Sebastian Bieniek

My studio is my studio.

What I do in one sentence: Art.

Why I didn’t get a proper job: None of them was as proper as the job of an artist is.

An artwork I dream of and I would get accomplished if space, time and money were abundant: I think it is. Isn’t it?

Why I do what I do: You just do in the way like you just are. There is just what you do, without a necessary reason. Reasons are made retrospective. I don’t have a retrospective point of view.

Artists, I have on my watch list (and why): Myself.

I am afraid of the moment when there’s nothing to do.

How I want to be buried resp. words I want to be written on my tombstone: Pissing on this grave forbidden.