Most of the work I make uses materials that are a bit outside of the traditional fine art world.

How does contemporary technology and culture changes our understanding of what it means to be human. What is our relationship with - and responsibilities towards - that which we create.

The illusion of life is crucial for the work, otherwise the ideas wouldn't be able to jump across, people wouldn't engage with it.

Perhaps because of this, many have looked at my practice in terms of science and technology, however, for me it is just as informed by Surrealism and mythology.

I am particularly interested in the way that the everyday realities of the world around us change these relations.

I certainly don't see the humour in my work as something that detracts from its seriousness. It's just a way of making difficult messages more palatable.

I feel that there's hardly any irony in my work; if there's anything, there'll be sincerity, which people sometimes find hard to deal with.

Ideas rather than methods are central to they way I work, although drawing plays a central generative role in everything I do.

I don't think 'Dark Heart' has to be malevolent. It conveys a sense of depth. There is a sense of questioning turmoil.

I usually have several things on the go. Whether it is my own drawings for the next work that I am working on while a sculpture is being fabricated or several works at different points in production.

I work with whatever mediums seems best suited to evoking the sorts of thoughts and emotions I am interested in playing with.

There are no answers, only choices.

Think of it as a life experience, " I mumbled. "Isn't your dad always saying we need more of that?""I don't think prancing around PJ Jamieson's pool in our underwear is exactly what he had in mind.

Different things drive me at different points in time. Hopes, the things you envision, and even things that pull you down" - Kunal Karan Kapoor

Thieves respect property. They merely wish the property to become their property that they may more perfectly respect it.

I wasn't supported, I wasn't given any self-esteem.

Illness isolates; the isolated become invisible; the invisible become forgotten. But the snail....the snail kept my spirit from evaporating.

From that date the abandonment of the older State proceeded with a rapidity never before known, and with it grew the domestic slave trade and the pro-slavery feeling.

Katsa watched the long grass moving around them. The wind pushed it, attacked it, struck it in one place and then another. It rose and fell and rose again. It flowed, like water.

I never play the victim, I’d rather be a stalker.

The lad got over-excited when he saw the whites of the goalpost's eyes.