Berlin. Autumn. The present. The feeling of heaviness, of cold, and of fading is in the air. Leaves are falling and I realize how much time has passed. And again, I feel a sense of disorientation and dysphoria. I’m bothered by a feeling of seemingly irrational hope for perfection and self- realization. Questions are tumbling through my head:
How can I reach that perfection? Am I doing the right thing? Am I not actually terribly demanding?
But between all these shades of grey of my life experiences I am able to see some Good. The achromatic chaos is broken by colorful hope. But even those moments can turn achromatic in a heartbeat, sometimes leading back to color, but also to even darker shades.
In the collection, the feeling of being led by achromatic and chromatic feelings is put in focus. The sensations of restlessness and turmoil are expressed through targeted surface treatment and cutting guide.