Mein drittes Exil – Aufbruch, Reisen und die Kunst, zwischen Orten und Bildern zu leben. Gedanken, Geschichten und Bilder, die diesen Weg begleiten.
While organizing material from earlier travels, a clearer picture of my work begins to emerge. Drawings, figures, landscapes, and movement across countries reveal a process still unfolding. Exile III becomes a phase of gathering, documenting, and shaping an artistic language where chaos and structure meet.
An essay on performative kindness, social conformity,An essay on performative kindness, social conformity, and why quiet refusal often exposes deeper truths, drawing on Jung, Freud, and Erich Fromm. and why quiet refusal often exposes deeper truths. Drawing on Jung, Freud, and Erich Fromm.
Art is not expression for me, but integration. A practice of repetition, attention, and construction that stabilizes perception and builds orientation in a chaotic world.
Mein Atelier ist eine alte Industriehalle – ohne Heizung, ohne Isolation. Im Winter ist es hier so kalt wie draußen,
Heute ging es nach Dillingen, um meinen neuen Reisepass abzuholen – ein nüchterner Verwaltungsakt, und doch ein Schritt voller Symbolik.
Diesmal bin ich nicht durchs obere Lechtal gefahren, sondern direkt nach Tirol hinein. Der Wind war stark, die Sonne glühend,
Day 92 of Exile 3 marks a moment of stabilisation. A light breeze, shared support, and the continuation of an independent artistic practice without institutions.
This Q&A clarifies my position as an artist: I do not produce meanings, I work with materials, time, protection, and integration. Interpretation belongs to the viewer.
My work makes visible what usually remains unseen: internal systems, machine states, and instinctive structures. Miniature is not a style, but a method of survival and perception.