I grew up in schizophrenic household. My mother was a painter and my father a scientist. My mother new nothing about science, and had little interest in learning about it. Therefore I spent a considerable part of my life trying to interact with my mother about science, using an artist’s vocabulary. The aspect on which we agreed most was the feeling of excitement when you realise that you have created something novel. The ideas that bounce around inside your head crystallise into something tangible. In science, you have not really discovered something until you have put it down on paper and published it. Some discoveries are recognised right away, but others such as Mendel’s description of inheritance, can take decades. Similarly, art only exists when it leaves the mind and becomes tangible. Some art is immediately recognised as ground breaking, while other art can take decades, sometimes centuries to mature. This combination of the curious exploration that takes places in the mind, and the technical achievement of creating real objects is what makes the process of art and science so similar, and obsessive. We also agreed on the following. Sometimes your own ideas strike a chord with others, and sometimes they are for yourself. We all have to make a living, but we all have to be happy with how we live.