MM: This work resembles a musical instrument, or in any event something wanting to produce a sound. The teabags are arranged as words trying to make themselves heard, or as notes. The work itself is also actually saying something, but you can only circle around it with your thoughts. They are trying to say something, but in the most silent way possible. As long as you live, that object wants to utter something. It stands completely still while you’re experiencing all kinds of things. When I was a student I lived in a house full of jazz musicians. I hadn’t been brought up with jazz, but I constantly came into contact with it there. It fascinated me, but I couldn’t grasp it, I was missing something. Until I came up with the idea, just before a musician prepared to play a piece, of interjecting a short phrase: I say —. In this way it became language. All at once I understood the music precisely.