Artist Statement
“The wings of my patience are like the wings of the angel, in that, very few flappings are sufficient for them to hover firmly in front of whom they have decided to wait for... [my patience] learns from the angel that captures his partner with his gaze and then withdraws and stumbles, in an unstoppable retreat. He draws his partner with him in a flight towards a future he once emerged from. He doesn’t expect anything new from the future, but the human gaze, whom he keeps facing.
Thus, as soon as I saw you for the first time, I returned with you, back to where I came from.”
AGESILAUS SANTANDER, WALTER BENJAMIN, Ibiza, 12 August, 1933. My translation from the original.
my flower and tree
are a song of Nostos.
from the stars we
came and eversince,
wish to return. making
the bears dance
to the beat sound of
a cracked tin kettle,
how i wish to caress, Oh!
so tenderly, the Stars.
Paraphrasing GUSTAVE FLAUBERT, MADAME BOVARY, p.265, ed. Conard, 1910. My translation from the original
Art, A Cracked Tin Kettle.
this site reflects a new wish to share my art practice. It is accompanied by a need to open a reciprocal discourse of listening and being heard, felt and seen. While a search for a meaning and the urge to be involved in making art have been there since I remember myself, the need of sharing it is totally new and only surged in recent years. Making art and sharing it are part of a process; a process that isn’t mine, but a process I can, or even, must, join. It’s about searching for a place in the world that is not of the world; an ongoing pondering on the human condition,the horror of our situation, and its glory. A vibrating question of who Am I and what I am doing here resounds in it. a quest for repairing the past and returning to the future. a wish to become rooted in earth while longing for the stars. an exploration of a childhood lost, a childhood regained, a childhood re-casted; an ongoing swaying movement towards remembering and forgetting, retrieving old memories and re inscribing transformed evocations. a search for interrelations, tensions and reconciliations, weaving notions- threads of memory, exile, territory, language, remembrance, natality. being in between Erde und Himmel (earth and heavens).and thriving for a union of past and future in an ephemeral slit of the present moment. A yearning to Return is constantly murmuring, and the process searches to register and observe this Return and bear testimony to echo-chambers on its path. Art can be a Witness, an Archive and a Magical Transmitter of the Road back Home. Like Hansel and Gretel, we can leave marks and traces along the trail, and as we are joining Walter Benjamin and his Angel in their flight back to the future, art is watching from the debris of its past, art is hovering towards us as ruins from the future.
Thus, as soon as I saw you for the first time, I returned with you, back to where I came from.”
AGESILAUS SANTANDER, WALTER BENJAMIN, Ibiza, 12 August, 1933. My translation from the original.
my flower and tree
are a song of Nostos.
from the stars we
came and eversince,
wish to return. making
the bears dance
to the beat sound of
a cracked tin kettle,
how i wish to caress, Oh!
so tenderly, the Stars.
Paraphrasing GUSTAVE FLAUBERT, MADAME BOVARY, p.265, ed. Conard, 1910. My translation from the original
Art, A Cracked Tin Kettle.
this site reflects a new wish to share my art practice. It is accompanied by a need to open a reciprocal discourse of listening and being heard, felt and seen. While a search for a meaning and the urge to be involved in making art have been there since I remember myself, the need of sharing it is totally new and only surged in recent years. Making art and sharing it are part of a process; a process that isn’t mine, but a process I can, or even, must, join. It’s about searching for a place in the world that is not of the world; an ongoing pondering on the human condition,the horror of our situation, and its glory. A vibrating question of who Am I and what I am doing here resounds in it. a quest for repairing the past and returning to the future. a wish to become rooted in earth while longing for the stars. an exploration of a childhood lost, a childhood regained, a childhood re-casted; an ongoing swaying movement towards remembering and forgetting, retrieving old memories and re inscribing transformed evocations. a search for interrelations, tensions and reconciliations, weaving notions- threads of memory, exile, territory, language, remembrance, natality. being in between Erde und Himmel (earth and heavens).and thriving for a union of past and future in an ephemeral slit of the present moment. A yearning to Return is constantly murmuring, and the process searches to register and observe this Return and bear testimony to echo-chambers on its path. Art can be a Witness, an Archive and a Magical Transmitter of the Road back Home. Like Hansel and Gretel, we can leave marks and traces along the trail, and as we are joining Walter Benjamin and his Angel in their flight back to the future, art is watching from the debris of its past, art is hovering towards us as ruins from the future.
