Can you make pictures out of dreams? Can memories be photographed? What will we think about once this is over, what will we remember? What will we dream about?
These are photographic fragments from decades - of countries, of bodies, structures, composed into images. They are situations, moods, spaces that break into their individual parts and suddenly take on a life of their own, tell their own story or simply give the lie to reality.
The world is always more than we know or are aware of. Putting it into possibility form creates images about nature - how it could be, how we would like to see it, how it never was, how it may soon cease to be. My photographs are photography, but they are also fiction. Tales from a world without us, full of beauty, full of contrasts, full of symbiosis, full of whimsical shapes and forms, full of apparent inexhaustibility and infinity - and soon perhaps gone forever.
Clouds become floods, plants become fire, stones become elemental forces, abysses, serenities, fraternizations of colors and forms and life wherever you look.
What these pictures tell is forebodings. They are dreams and nightmares, some of which have come true in the meantime and flicker across the television screens as real life - melting glaciers, burning continents, landscapes sinking in floods, sudden silence. They show us the boundaries beyond which we no longer understand the world, even though it is. And they show us what we will lose, not only from reality, but also from our minds and souls.
