„Beyond the horizon, my eyes wander[...]“
Being in the glitch of childhood-daydream and reality.
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In this work I intended to create a safe space by turning my head-space inside out. I re-create fragments of childhood-memory and a place I used to put down my guard to speak truth.
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By giving my diary and poems my voice and a space, I allow visitors to immerse themselves into my world.
A glitch, in which one is caught in memory, imagination and reality. Acquaintance with the voices that shape meaning - living within oneselves...


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FHNW Academy of Art and Design / HGK Basel, CH
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Three sculptures:
1. Mosh
2.Narbe
3.In Cell
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plaster, wire, metal, acrystal, mesh, light
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There‘s something about emotional distress that most of us don‘t take seriously. With this work I aimed to question and highlight how we undervalue mental discomfort. Unless it finds institutional value which should be served to critisize. 
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Shortly before the end of the year exhibition, I kept my mind around the way we pursue emotionality, how and if we explore our inner self as well as how much it leaves traces. I focused on exploring and questioning the behaviour in society in terms of expressing the matter of feelings such like mental pressure and if or how it leaves its mark.
I‘ve always observed an aloof attitude as it comes to such subject, even though our emotionality in relation to our psyche is as omni-present as the nature we‘re perceiving, but do we show the scars and why not?
Here I show a variety of how mental distress could look like, if it would leave any obvious trace.
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My previous studies in Psycholoy has always been helpful in my work and frequently serves me as reference. 
Here, I often have found myself describing the feeling of pressure and other mental states in a rather picturesque way. Eventually it seemed necessary to apply more relevance to my words in order to allow room for playful and intuitive expression that enables me to embody emotional feelings.


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(may - june)
journal
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an approach

I follow three questions or aim for three things, everytime I create

1. Is this a space or a surface of discovery?
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2. For whom and where am I creating?  Institution or community?
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3. Am I in joy and passion conceptually and creatively?

[I] As I open my eyes, my mind keeps wandering Travelling beyond borders Away, off the mind that kept me hostage in this corps As I open my eyes, my pupils leave Trying to escape the noisy mind Visiting old images almost forgotten feelings Colours only real when I go 
[II] I want to move out Move out of this body, strip away my flesh and skin Slowly, gently strip the soft delicate cell of skin down my spine vertebral by vertebral Freeing my bones I want to leave this host I call body - let it rest - collapsing Arms and legs dangling I want to move forward without the skull dragging with me like extra luggage I wish to be weightless Feeling the self that is mine and not just the muscle and bones Letting go from the itching scars on my left thigh or my right hip, my face or my lips  I want to cry without tears and fly without fears I’d love to fall asleep without thinking of tomorrows voices I wish to leave my home, my body my house Nothing is mine This corps I no more belong toThis corps I need to escape fromBut scared of other bodiesHit by the false light that blindedMy host’s eyes This time I shall leave without any remains I will go and search, eventually for a body I call mine A corps I shall inhabit and call home A body without the intention of taking me hostage 

[III] And while I’m gone  Leaving a shell Only the eyes moving Travelling to old places Visiting long forgotten emotions Replaying mili-seconds of ecstasy Followed by tongue tasting nectar Spreading, filling my mouth  pure joyBut never lasting in foreverThan sudden sharp nails  Grasping my neck Pulling at my skeletonWaiting for my senses to returnMaking me begFingers Touching my eyes I could not see Scared that I had lost my sight Feeling a firm coat of water on the tip of my finger - still and silentJust the softness of my sentiment 

I'm calm
in the deep devious nights I'm finally able to think
I'm capable to sink
into the buried corners of thoughts
speaking out unworthy
lungs drunk on soul
into the nights I submerge
freeing my senses from all sins
it's so quiet I can hear my heart speaking truth
using language close to my mothers eyes
by night I see oceans
crisp clear like the universe

sometimes I think the ghosts of my past are whispering poetry into my ears, their words echo in my head make my mind think foreign tongues  and I believe they're all mine.

the stars here aren't the same
seven and ahalf hours south is where it is the brightest
seven and ahalf hours south-east it goes
where heaven seems to be closer
but home occurs to be so far
where did my heart go?
oh my dear, don't be afraid
there's a gap in the clouds

beyond the horizon
my eyes wander
wonder about what lies behind the sky
behind the love and life
that’s covered by the fire
hidden behind my eyes
however
this place makes me dream about another reality
I rarely understand
when I stand in my own world
reality leaves me
rarely feels right
more wrong
and when I’m here
all realities feel high
and the many things that lie behind the many skies
seem low enough to be real
as if I’d live in a dream-
world of the sky and wander around its mind

softly carried afield where the eyes won't meet

like a disease
I'd spread myself out beyond the borders
like a disease
but just with good news

The only way we communicate
Moving meanings shifting words
It never changes, really
Signs
Lines covered in ink all over
Our minds
Matter does it
Signs
If echoes could speak
Signs
Light as bright as your eyes
I never knew
I’ve always misunderstood
I didn’t listen
Signs
An organic net of touches and grips
Voices and hits
Signs
It always moves
They always transform
We never see them, actually
Fear lies maybe
Signs