When I was five, my dog died. She was tiny and fluffy and less than a year old.
I had some questions that were answered:
how did she die? (cancer)
what is cancer? (sickness, bad sickness)
will she come back? (no)
I had a lot of questions that weren’t answered:
what will happen to her?
why did she get cancer? will I get cancer?
what will happen to me?
I find that the greatest challenges to deriving meaning from this life are united by the unknown which characterizes the questions that I had when I was five. I make work which explores this unknown because, very often, there is no dialogue because there are no straightforward answers.