Berlin is home base.

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My mind is loud. It jumps, connects, dismantles, rebuilds. A constant hum inside — that is my tool.

 

 

I observe, endlessly. What I see, feel, and experience is woven into intensity. Like a diver with a mask, I move between depths: sometimes far below, sometimes just beneath the surface. Everything I take in eventually surfaces in my work.

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My images do not offer answers — they never could. They are friction, echo, fragment. An attempt to make the invisible and the unspoken tangible.

 

Complexity is my ally. I take it apart, play with it, lose myself within it, then return to find it reshaped in a new form.

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Form arises when content demands it — like the force of an inner jetstream. That is how it feels.