From Paris and Napoleon to Israel and Palestine
From neck operations to sterilisation
From bullshit to redwine
From agriculture to wet firewood

Through tears, floods and death
Through shadows, book keeping and breath work

A Motor in a broken car
A Clown in a stroller
A Mother you would like to fuck


With the need to DO
The Idea to BECOME
The reality of LETTING GO

To remember the Young.

During this period, I painted several portraits of friends in northern Germany, near Uelzen. I also began working on large-scale pieces on loose canvas, letting ink blur into the surface — allowing the painting to emerge, more found than planned.

An experience I won't forget. That I learned to understand. That I hope to let go.