Rise I

Life is banal. Life is simple. Life is precious. Memories ambush us without us recognizing any connection, and we're mostly alone when they do. And that in turn means: getting along with yourself, which doesn't always work. These images of remembering come together for each of us into a very personal cartography of life, an island-hopping of emotions and imagination. An associative patchwork of sensory impressions and perceptions – voices, smells, patterns and colors. And that's why Mnemosyne could be the patron saint of our time, the goddess of memory, also considered the mother of the Muses, the nine patron goddesses of the arts. She enables the look back and, thanks to art, also the look forward. Nothing else is my own drive for making pictures. Which images lie in the intersection between me and the viewer, which parallels and commonalities run through our collective memory? What can be transformed into a visual language? What lost-and-found becomes art? It's not about how different we are, but how similar we are as human beings. What we share is what matters. The stories are all different, but we all experience the same emotions, we are all vulnerable to the same feelings.