My memories have never been vivid. When I look at old photos of myself, I am often left astonished. As if I am looking at someone else entirely and seeing the scene for the first time. This sensation is something I search for during my work process. I want it to be intuitive to such an extent that I will not be able to remember how, when and where I shot something subsequently. Colors and shapes form the foundation of surrealistic associations, filling my archive with timeless memories.
My memories have never been vivid. When I look at old photos of myself, I am often left astonished. As if I am looking at someone else entirely and seeing the scene for the first time. This sensation is something I search for during my work process. I want it to be intuitive to such an extent that I will not be able to remember how, when and where I shot something subsequently. Colors and shapes form the foundation of surrealistic associations, filling my archive with timeless memories.