Statement

Do we see and think, remember and feel in series? Can we grasp the things around us, our sensations and suspicions, our fears and doubts only in series, in stretches, in typologies? Is it the case that a single picture seems too fluttery, has no justification and perhaps cannot produce any continuity in our general insecurity? Is the singular image present only for fractions of a second and then gone down again and disappeared in the suction simply because it appears and disappears in masses every day? Is our world explained more simply by the fact that we always want to see, investigate and recognize things in variations? Or are it not in our thoughts, in our dreams and memories individual images, or vaguely outlined ideas that have accompanied and shaped us over the years and that perhaps repeatedly penetrate our consciousness and evoke associations with new experiences? We know the experience that photographs, pictures or objects seem to have just waited to be photographed, painted or formed, and that one often sees or recognizes their self-evident existence in these works. This self-evident existence then also applies to each authentic work in its singular appearance as certainly hopeless utterance or expression of an individual person, only the actual context then does not necessarily result from a clearly defined series of motifs or series, but from a broader individual artistic approach, which draws its vocabulary from an overall complex that cannot always be interpreted superficially.