A place where every story is being listened to. A place where every sentence, every chapter and every break in your story and mine is received with attention.
Installation with shapes made from book pages and ear shapes made from concrete and polymer clay. Work in progress.
texture. crocheted text, wool. c. 140 x40 cm.
dialogue. crocheted story and story about evolution. Ines Seidel..
outside, inside. self portrait with crocheted text.
throne. digital photography with chair and crocheted story.
Stories in a river, a lake or on ice. Floating, washed ashore or tied to the land. An exploration with diaries.
at the edge of the story. concrete, book pages, wire.
outermost edge of the story. concrete, book pages, wire.
at the edge of the story. concrete, book pages, wire.
YOU ARE HERE (beginning in the letter A).
Dante’s Divine Comedy, wax, paint, glass beads, nylon thread.
The “Divine Comedy” is a detailed map of Heaven and Hell, supplemented with Dante’s travel notes. I have added some place marks.
My story and yours
still separate, frozen
are starting to melt:
Letters flow away,
sentences gather in puddles…
Our story, one slow current,
trickles into new patterns,
seeps into the ground or evaporates
save for a bit of dust,
and falls down as rain, somewhere.
For the series of photographs “story, written on ice” I wrote on a bloc of ice with Indian ink. I chose two different fragments of German text, one from a family saga by John von Düffel, whose writing usually has to do with water. The other line is from a poem which is better known as the song “The miller’s joy is wandering”. Here are the translations:
Impossible to say, how often I thought of these rivers, how often I dreamt of them, how many nights I was drawn to them, when I was passing through sleeping towns, dry, riverless towns, on the search for water, on the search for the movement of water,(…). My translation from: John von Düffel “Vom Wasser” (On water).
The water teaches us to move, the water. From: Wilhelm Müller “Wandering”
May the story hold me, may it be LARGE and bear all of me, may it last long enough to define my FEATURES.
May the story hold YOU, may it be LARGE and bear you, may it last long ENOUGH TO DEFINE your features.
MAY THE STORY hold you and me, may it be large AND BEAR US. May it last long enough to carve out our FEATURES. May it give US NAMES. MAY it be loose enough so we CAN SEE THROUGH IT. MAY IT BE DENSE ENOUGH TO HOLD US FOR A WHILE TOGETHER. MAY THE STORY HOLD YOU AND ME. May it hold us. May it hold you and me. May the story hold all of us.
May the story hold me, may it be large and bear ALL of me. May it last LONG ENOUGH TO DEFINE my features.
May the story hold you. May it be LARGE and bear all of you. May it last long enough to define your FEATURES.
May THE STORY HOLD YOU AND ME. May the story be large + bear all of US. May it last long ENOUGH to define our FEATURES. May it give us NAMES. May it be loose ENOUGH so we CAN SEE through it. May it be dense enough to hold US for a while together. May it HOLD US. May it hold YOU + ME. May it give US NAMES. MAY it carve out our features. MAY THE STORY HOLD ALL OF ME AND ALL OF YOU. May THE STORY HOLD ALL OF US. MAY IT HOLD US TOGETHER. May it last long enough to CARVE OUT OUR FEATURES.
may it be a good story.
text inside and outside of the bowl.
bowl from wire and teabags, text written with ink; covered with wax.
head shapes from concrete made with sand, paper and cement; paint.
The sculpture is 18 cm in diameter and 9 cm high.
wire houses, with or without a concrete base. Wrapped in spontaneous text written on tea bags, sealed with wax.
(house 1, in the picture above the second house from right, translated from German).
walls from words and windows from soft words and doors from stories and walls from words and windows from soft words and roofs from half sentences and stairs from laughter only the light is simply here. And you are here. I am here.
In between walls from words, windows from soft words, doors from stories and unspoken cellar rooms and you are here with me. We talk walls to each other.
In between light falls through walls from words and roofs from half sentences and stairs from laughter, windows from soft, thin words, doors from stories. You hear here. Here.
And roofs from half sentences and walls from words and everything can fall apart if we don’t catch a new word, but light is simply here. And you are here and I am here and doors from stories, if you believe them. Stairs from laughter, cellar rooms from unspoken words. If you believe them. If you believe words, you are here with me.
(house 4, the smallest one, with English words)
Living inside stories, written on the walls oft he world that has your name on it. Telling you where your limits are. Spelling your name.
Living inside stories. Telling you: You are here. The limits of your name echo from the walls. The story about limits.
Living inside stories written on the walls of your name. If you believe in limits. If you believe in stories, how much room does your name need. If you believe.
Living inside stories, as if they were your skin.
identity [noun.],
1. The fact of being who or what a person or thing is.
1.1. The characteristics determining who or what a person or thing is.
1.2. [as modifier] (Of an object) serving to establish who the holder, owner, or wearer is by bearing their name and often other details such as a signature or photograph.
2. A close similarity or affinity.
3. [mathematics] (also identity operation) A transformation that leaves an object unchanged.
4. [mathematics] The equality of two expressions for all values of the quantities.
copied from online Oxford Dictionaries.
identity. concrete, parts from roses, copper wire, paint, scratched writing, photo of lines of hand.
In every word I recognize you
in the words that I know I am with you
in the words that I don’t know or that have not been invented yet, we wait for each other.
In my old English dictionary there are many words between hyphen – Bindestrich and immortal – unsterblich: hypnotize, hypocrite, hypothesis, I, idealism, idiot, ignorant, immaterial, immense. To spell just a few. You are everywhere. And me too, how else would I know these words. Sometimes it is very obvious, sometimes not at all. I have used more than 100 pins to localize us. Of course, more than 100 is not enough. Of course, one dictionary cannot be enough.
pocket dictionary English – German, pins with polymer clay. 22 x 15 x 4 cm. If you are interested in a poster, let me know. Find more pictures hereand here.
