Bodies are like oval shapes. Or trees in comparison to legs, shapes of fins in comparison to legs: shapes becoming yet more shapes. It is always a becoming, a form forming form from one point to the next without end. 

While emptying it, the middle part becomes a gap, a cut. Adding means touching. Subtracting means wounding. Eyes look like mouths. They seem like bodies that have no inside, appear like something that feels like skin but is not. 

These shapes are hanging. The body collapses and in its collapse, disappears. These slight gaps (like the difference between flesh and skin), appear as marks or scars, yet whose traces of wounds, this remains unclear. 

Things are veiled, covered; yet in return something new about ourselves rises up. The materials in the photograph remind us of bodies. I use fragments of the everyday; transform them through size or material of the print. Hence it becomes more of a corpo- real experience similar to the physicality of printing large scale in the darkroom. 

I am interested how those images exist in reality, how they can slip between repulsion and desire. And in the end still seem like fiction. Photography is not a way of documenting something or telling a story. For me, the process of image making, is rather about creating a feeling or a taste of something that I hope, will stay with the audience and make them think of their own body and their relationship to others.