Lungs
A question I’ve been continuously asking myself in this mad pursuit of art, meaning, science and knowledge about the human being: What are we made of? What is our substance and what is the substance of art?
adamantine
= unyielding, unable to be broken
The fragile body contrasted with unyielding rocks - or fragile rocks contrasted with an unyielding body.
Metamorphosis
From the smallest of seeds the tree grows, striving for the skies. Branches form, ramify and blossom in the rhythm of time. The human figure transforms. Growing out and into each other.
Gesichter
An attempt to capture pure honesty in the face of a person. Their true self exposed, at their most vulnerable. The search for a way to make their soul tangible.