What is the plastic form of what you are feeling right now? And how do you feel it when we are not facing each other? A search for answers in sculpture, plastic and graphics.
When we feel, as it were: How different are the forms we would give to it? And how different is the way and intensity in which we feel forms? Or how we would describe the forms? What determines this? And what determines that? Are you afraid? Does the amygdala control you?
As a media maker, I could no longer find answers in my disciplines. I searched in other areas: I first ventured into printmaking, then into a wide variety of spatial techniques. Dialogs emerged: With wood, with paper, with metal, with concrete, with plastics, with lime, with you. Only in these almost present-dissolving moments of fear or forced contemplation can I ask these questions. Not with words, but sometimes directly to the material. It is time to publish an interim version of my travelogue. Come, let's ask each other questions!
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