Evidence

2014, collage, frottage, photo album, photographs, acrylic paint, various papers, wax, 34 x 21 x 6 cm

The photo album is a metaphor of doubting one’s own existence – a documentation of traces that becomes worthless when no one remembers the stories behind the pictures. I bought this photo album at the flea market and re-stocked it – an archive of traces with stories that open up to each viewer in their own way.

This work is available as a physical object or video.

Below the Surface

2014, photo album, photography, mixed media, wax, 27 x 19 x 8 cm

A surface is the outer shell of an object. A surface envelops, protects and conceals secrets. The leather cover of a book or photo album is, literally, the skin that protects the pages and thus also the contents. Since the invention of the camera, it has become a tradition in the Western world to preserve the collective memory of a family in photo albums and thus document one’s own origins. It was passed on from generation to generation.

However, the collective memory does not last (Aleida Assmann) and after three generations it has changed so much that a family album can lose its ideal value. I buy such family albums, which have obviously become worthless, at virtual flea markets. I dissolve their collective memory in order to create a new, universal one.

In this work I invite the viewer to cast their voyeuristic gaze into an unknown photo album. Page by page, layer by layer, he penetrates deeper beneath the surface of a cryptic narrative – a story that opens up to everyone in a different way.

This work is available as a physical object or video.

Home is Somewhere Else

2013, Photoalbum, mixed media, 34 x 21 x 6 cm, Mittelschwäbisches Heimatmuseum Krumbach, Art Award of the town of Krumbach

This work is based on the following statement:

“Home, once lost, is always somewhere else.”

EKH

At the heart of this work is the obsessive search for a place of identification and belonging. I describe it as a long car journey without arrival. For every apparent arrival makes one painfully aware that home is not where one has been looking for it.

The book is an old family album filled with my own photographs, mostly taken from a moving car and then given a digital patina. In this way, present and past, reality and fiction merge.