In my work, I am looking for the continuous tension between visibility and invisibility. And thereby I try to depict the transience of life, of everything. My photos not only show the transience but tell different, personal stories from the past. Transience is the end station.
With my photos, I try to paint the eternal fear of death, against transience. In particular, I use my body that depicts the fight against impermanence in all sorts of poses: The fight of the body against old age, the fight against mental loneliness, and the ultimate fear of death. Bodies are fading.
Everyone fights to remain visible, to be seen. But the fight against old age and death is never won. In the end, everyone loses that ultimate battle, a hopeless match, lonely autumn.
In my work, I am looking for the continuous tension between visibility and invisibility. And thereby I try to depict the transience of life, of everything. My photos not only show the transience but tell different, personal stories from the past. Transience is the end station.
With my photos, I try to paint the eternal fear of death, against transience. In particular, I use my body that depicts the fight against impermanence in all sorts of poses: The fight of the body against old age, the fight against mental loneliness, and the ultimate fear of death. Bodies are fading.
Everyone fights to remain visible, to be seen. But the fight against old age and death is never won. In the end, everyone loses that ultimate battle, a hopeless match, lonely autumn.
In my work, I am looking for the continuous tension between visibility and invisibility. And thereby I try to depict the transience of life, of everything. My photos not only show the transience but tell different, personal stories from the past. Transience is the end station.
With my photos, I try to paint the eternal fear of death, against transience. In particular, I use my body that depicts the fight against impermanence in all sorts of poses: The fight of the body against old age, the fight against mental loneliness, and the ultimate fear of death. Bodies are fading.
Everyone fights to remain visible, to be seen. But the fight against old age and death is never won. In the end, everyone loses that ultimate battle, a hopeless match, lonely autumn.