the sound of someone eating – delicious, not. the sound of someone eating a banana, with their mouth open – invaluable nerve-wracking.
for people with misophonia it is a challenge to survive these kind of situations. for this instance it is very important to find your very own ways to cope with normal social activities like having dinner together. to get in a state of meditation, to build a mindset in which you can relax to sounds you may enjoy more than the ones your currently confronted with in real life. a comfort zone in your head, an oasis of well-being, which – all of a sudden – is collapsing again, because the disturbing noises from the outer side are taking over again, trying to mess with your head, trying to bring you back in the horrible place this world can be in certain situations. but hey stay strong, if you just believe it, you can bring yourself to a beautiful and calm place, just go back there.

videoinstallation, loop, 2019

 

this was another attempt for me to give my thoughts a threedimensional body as well as a voice. these ceramics were made with the intention to portait the main cahracters in a video. a video which was supposed to be talking about my thoughts and feelings, with objects that are me, plus an illustration of what is going on in my head.
this was not my first try to do such a video, but again i failed to find the true face of my deepest emotions. at this point i don‘t want to give any further information on what form this video should have taken, because i did not yet give up on the idea of pulling a good video some day, which is finally dealing with all the problems i have with his world and our society.

glazed ceramics, 2019

 

growing up with 3 sisters i was a very lucky child. my sisters, the youngest of them twelve years older than i am, are probably the best someone could wish for. the only thing that bothers me is, that i wasn‘t part of their childhood, that they lived the most important part of their lives without me. to deal with this issue i wanted to take something from my siblings‘ history of growing up and integrate it in my work. building a bridge from the time we weren‘t together to the time when our paths crossed. when i was born, in 1994 my oldest sister was already seventeen years old, soon becoming to be an adult, i only know her as being tattooed. so as a teenager growing up in the 90s she obviously got some nice tribals decorating her body. i was fascinated by their form, the way they can be very floral, but edgy and even brutal at the same time. as a matter of fact, these forms blend well with the charakters and language i use in my regular drawings. so i tried to combine both, using the form of the oldschool tribal tattoo, translating it into my own artistic language and bring them to life in a threedimensional way.

mixed media sculptures, 2018

 

 

 

 

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the handling of one‘s own body is very intimate yet at the same time very important. we spend our entire life with and in this body. our body is the instrument to pass each task.
no body – no action.
but still it is so hard to accept the human body as it is and to learn how to cope with it.
if there is harmony between body and soul life, the chance to live a much easier and more balanced life is higher than ever. there is one simple rule about living with one‘s own body, which is accepting the body the way it is. the carpet as a symbol of comfort, the anchor in your own space, is a safe place to feel snugged and valuable to embrace your first steps into your healthy self-confidence.

hand-knotted rug, 2,3×3,1m, 2017