I was so happy with my bow ties from the last kickstarted project that I’m back for more.

As someone who grew up in a house where there wasn’t a lot of talking, I’m used to just looking at the world. And in general I often feel like I just don’t understand what’s happening. That everybody else does, but I don’t quite get it.

Our good fortunes allowed us to feel a sadness our parents didn’t have time for, and a happiness that I never saw with them.

The littlest thing can have the strongest connection when you’re grieving. Your Proustian, poetic nerve is turned up to ten.

I’m into people’s emotional lives and relationships and the complications of living. That’s my turf.

Being a good Hans Haacke student, part of his influence on me is that there’s no difference between a gallery show and a film – or even an ad and a T-shirt-in terms of cultural legitimacy. They’re just different contexts in which to have some sort of communication.

As a son of a man who pretended to be one thing for 33 years of my life and then was another thing, the questions of ‘what is real’ and ‘what is not real’ are very blurrily vivid to me.

Actors are pretending for you, but they’re not lying. They are not putting on a guise instead of themselves. They are finding things inside that they have experienced.

Over and over again, I’m trying to express or communicate these big and small struggles to the world, and really to myself.

It’s funny now how much we look at – whatever you want to call it: art, design, culture stuff, film – online, and how in the online world, you’re instantly global.