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some works arised from the "Antropical"exihibition (2016)

- trash chest Beim täglichen Wandern durch den Wald, wurden weggeschmissene Artefakte eingesammelt, welche in einer Skulptur vereint wurden. During daily hikings in the woods, all sorts of littered artifacts were collected and united into a sculpture.

- sacrifice for the voidness (ohne Text / without text explication)

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Playing with the idea of human need to leave trails behind themselves, as an essential confirmation of their existence and claim they’ve occupied territory, I decided to leave a trail behind me on a concrete block in the forest on border of Luxembourg and Belgium.

Over the two weeks I have had many conversations with people of various nationalities regarding the topic of language and misunderstanding in translation between languages. Therefore, I decided to put a context to my trail by asking people from 14 different countries to tell me words in their mother language that they find beautiful. Many of those words can hardly be translated to other languages and, by the feeling, they don’t have the same meaning when you try to translate them correctly.

There is a certain emotion we add up to the words we are saying and changing languages we add different shades into different words, or as a friend of mine said “As if you change your personality when you change your language”.

Regarding the trail I left – there was this blue mark someone sprayed there years back and while painting the concrete white, I decided to respect his need to put that mark and this way I felt connected to this person even if I will never know who it was or what it meant to him.

Beautiful symbolic that occurred by accident was that there is a beautiful plant growing out of this block and it just reached and grew over the top of it, which to me means life growing out of beautiful words.

Credit to photo of me goes to Monika Balu. I was participating Antropical Residency in Luxembourg with help of Prince Claus Fund and European Cultural Foundation.

Word in space Playing with the idea of human need to leave trails behind themselves, as an essential confirmation of their existence and claim they've occupied territory, I decided to leave a trail behind me on a concrete block in the forest on border of Luxembourg and Belgium.

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The story of Antoan

The original story of Antoan, inspired by new experiences at Antropical art residency

Infinity is not really a number, he said and made the jump. He was only living on the 2nd floor and some might argue he didn’t have a real intention to commit suicide, but to create that theatrical act of falling into this new mathematical discovery and entertain his guests. This is the story of Antoan, the guy who survived the fall. (more…)

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forgettable fields

what makes you so forgettable space with imaginary borders complement of real green field reflection of my fear sorrow for my eyes peace for my ears chains for my freedom sometimes I feel lost in how dark you can be I put color to my optimism I make a sound for my silent throat I step into the unknown and the wind awaits for a piece of my concrete mind to send me away to catch me a wave to burn…

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Airport coffee in Munich