For me, art means to tell stories, the knitting of worlds, like creating an inner sheath. Light condenses into innumerable appearances, as never equal, eternal repetition.
To find oneself in the structures of nature like in a memory of the security of childhood, in the summer holidays, surrounded by goats, hay flower meadows, chickens, earthworms, dogs, cats and books on the porch.
The smell in the halls of the Brukenthal Museum, the spaciousness of the open-air museum are linked to the feeling of timelessness, as in the north of India at the time of the monsoon.
All this is the music underlying my work.
| Origin | Sibiu, Romania |
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