Mindmill

Counting nails, so I do not cry

mixed media on paper

42 x 30 cm

2023

The umbrella 2

mixed media on paper

42 x 30 cm

2023

Mind milling second hand thoughts like double eaten vomit. Reused, rethought, recycled, not becoming better. Disturbing the rumination. When only the details stay, smaller and smaller until only a bear, a flower, a toilet, a cave remains. New stories branching out from these motives. Getting stranger, tangle up and unravel. There are words to describe the images and images follow the words, both related and independent. Such different worldview, such similar anxieties. ‚

I don’t need you to understand me, but I want you to care, to be interested in my thoughts and themes. Asking, caring, asking, comparing, and inserting your own emotions and experiences. Your interpretations matter, make me matter. Your sorrow: my painted axe, my painted cat: your lost love.

Sketches, paintings, poems, sculpture, spinning under the ceiling, plastered over walls and floor: mindmill is a room installation, a labyrinthine display of painted thought-fragments, a visualization of personal rumination hinting to universal topics and to current political injustice.

Lonely bears hoping of a better future while living in dystopian landscape. Lovers sacrificing love and flowers and in some moments sacrificing the lover himself, women blaming a brutal world for loss of hope and dignity.

Egocentric thoughts revolving around superficial imperfections. A tiny cat the single most loved being in the world. A holy? man (and history) cut down by with a spear.

You can see the whole installation under sculpture. The following paintings are only a fragment of the installation's artworks.

You lost me

mixed media on paper

42 x 30 cm

2023

The moon

mixed media on paper

42 x 30 cm

2023

Onofrius stolen stern island

mixed media on paper

15 x 21 cm

2023

Onofrius is the wind

mixed media on paper

15 x 21 cm

2023

I killed Onofrius and stole his dick

mixed media on paper

15 x 21 cm

2023

Your waste-vomit destroys the world. Don't forget this! 2

mixed media on paper

30 x 21 cm

2023

I run away and saved the water

Your waste-vomit destroys the world. Don't forget this! 1

mixed media on paper

30 x 21 cm

2023

The folk tale series

2023

Hints at stories, fragments of a childhood in need of protection, dream and nightmare tightly tangled, violence lurking behind the bright colors, but do not fear your heroes will all escape.

The picture cycle I run away and saved the water uses symbols that refer to well-known fairy tales such as Little Red Riding Hood, the water of life or the fisherman and his wife and thereby steers the course of the stories in abruptly unexpected directions. For example, Little Red Riding Hood never goes into the dark forest and the butt refuses to submit to the greed of the fishermen. The water of life remains in the hands of fictional guardians. New tales are written of ducks whose golden egg holds hope after an atomic explosion. Of flying cars that promise escape from a metropolitan and hostile environment. Connections are made between long-established, old-fashioned subjects and the stories of today. The cycle tells of fairy tales and stories that have been changed by personal experience, that have undergone a kind of personal evolution. I run away and saved the water depicts the end of a long process of listening to, reading, and imagining the same stories over and over again until they have been transformed - interspersed with memories of one's own childhood and infused with hope for change - into new fairy tales.

The stories which the paintings allude to are specified by short texts. Embroidered on white fabric reminiscent of the "clean linen bedsheet" of a child's bed. They help the viewer to place the figures in the picture to dive deeper into the memories & dreams. In their brevity, however, the texts remain as fragmentary as the symbolic worlds of the drawings themselves. The fringed and individual script of the embroidery can be interpreted as a kind of diary entry, of a personal, fictitious, or real childhood whose time remains indeterminate.

I run away and saved the water consists of 12 framed drawings in portrait and landscape format (60cm x 40cm) on paper, each complemented by a short story embroidered on white bedsheets. All works are in mixed media - watercolour, oil pastel and marker.

The lights got turned around

The mirror is no lake, but a cup for my cat. The mirror does not show myselfsoul, but for you, it’s all the same. I’ll always be the witch of the west, green of envy, in want of youth and slimness, thirsting for approval. But believe me, I did not poison the girl, because I am the girl myself.

The wolf is living here, in a cave

Poor me center of so many tales, the bad, the big, the monogamous, the lone, the old, the shunned, the feared, the alpha, the omega. I want to rewrite this. I just found a home. I will write a tale about a cave.

A Japanese duck she is fast she will escape, hope

All is glowing, explosions of brilliant thoughts, fire is raining, radiation burning, the storm so wonderfulgruesome. Run my little duck, run, you can escape. A new beginning is hidden in this tale.

all mixed media on paper (embroidery on fabric not pictured)

40 x 60 cm

2023

The water of life is secure

Let’s hold hands, let’s hold ourselves, let’s be the guardians of the deep, the pond, the past and future, the flowing things of not-yet-here. Let’s stop the robbery, let’s stop the old king.

Buttje Buttje he cried. Fuck off I say

I can see myself lying in my own blood, all wishes stolen, all hopes sucked into your mouth. Moremoremore, your mouth says. Moremoremore, your mouth chews. Moremoremore, your mouth swallows. Moremoremoremoremore, your mouth eats the world, digests the world and leaves behind a void. Fuck off, I say, before I lie in my own blood.

all mixed media on paper (embroidery on fabric not pictured)

60 x 40 cm

2023

She went out in the dark with a protective coat

It’s dark outside … and inside. Nobody there to save me. The trees are high, the mountains far away, and the prince a monster. I cut my hair, no need to look at me. I put on my protective coat. Look away, I am no one.

There are no cars in fairy tales

My face is warm, my skin reddened, exhaust fumes whirling around my noise, but I am flying, escaping fences and small rooms. The concrete is full of written words, stories are everywhere.

all mixed media on paper (embroidery on fabric not pictured)

60 x 40 cm

2023

The king and his subjects, he is the servant

Everything is strange here, the angles round and the circle angular. I can see my own back without bending, I can see the sky inside the houses and the wind blows through the sea. Everything has a shadow because I am the sun. Let me feed the chicken. Let me be happy.

Old bones full of stories reaching the meadow of ideas, run my dear, you will succeed

Stacked over each other, years are tumbling down my back, I am not useless, we are not useless, fairy tales are for the old too. Let me reach the meadow and watch my dreams in awe.

all mixed media on paper (embroidery on fabric not pictured)

60 x 40 cm

2023

I started here

The snow covers my memory, it hides my footsteps when I flee. It is a soft cushion for tales, and I can numb my thoughts with it. The white plane is full of invisible paths. Futures I can follow, memories I can forget. I will look back only once.

A very soft gaze opens up a new chapter

I am not a thing to be dressed, admired, gazed upon. When I want to throw away my clothes I do it for the bugs that tickle my belly, the mammals that caress my nose. I am here for myself and if I want, then I am nice to you, but only then.

all mixed media on paper (embroidery on fabric not pictured)

60 x 40 cm

2023

Suck up your toxic waste

Rapture / suck up your toxic waste

Part of installation

mixed media on paper

50 x 70 cm

2023

one two three cut the world will die/ suck up your toxic waste

Part of installation

mixed media on paper

50 x 70 cm

2023

We are witnesses of the change, still rooted in a human world, still eating and drinking, but nothing is left besides toxic waste. And we will suck it up and change. To the better, to the worst, to something new, playing genetic lottery. Playing playing playing although it's deadly serious. Our minds will flee into dazzling fantasies, waiting for the catastrophe to go away. But – how shocking – it won’t.

Suck up your toxic waste is a multimedia installation which shows a world after the climate crisis run amok, flitting between surreal and absurd future visions to dystopian landscapes uninhabitable for beings we got to know in the last millennia.

The installation consists of sculptures, paintings, and books in seemingly poisonous colors, adorned with glimmer, organic remnants, fiber and rough clay objects. Showing the beautiful in the ugly. The installation offers a surreal view of the end of a world as we knew it. From now on we will swim in radioactive seas, wearing peanuts as helmets, eating waste and procreate in the soil.

Suck I say / suck up your toxic waste

Part of installation

mixed media on paper

70 x 50 cm

2023

Tiny, Tiny Sister

Drawing installation

work in progress

2022

Clean eating, more exercise, and meditating in the morning to reduce stress: all this should lead to a better, healthier life – at least statistically. Helping your neighbours, not incurring debt, or following traffic rules suggest positive effects to everyone in the community, right?

For several years now, social credit systems are the spectre of the digital Brave New World; systems which copy rating systems of big net based platforms to steer the human to behave ‘ethical’ or simply to conform to rules and laws. These all-encompassing system seemingly having little to do with the reality of our lives and are located in anti-democratic states. But is this really the case? Aren't cashback systems or health insurance points, Schufa or social media at a whole, also (subtle) methods of producing desired behaviour through digital feedback?

"The tiny, tiny Sister" ("little sister" in reference to Big Brother, cf. Katika Kühnreich) tries to find an answer to the pressing question which consequences our digital behaviour entails and to what extent this behaviour forms not only our digital self but also our real-world social interactions. Through artistic means, the exhibition project shows a dystopian world of digital connection.

Snork 0 / Tiny, Tiny Sister

Detail of drawing installation

Marker on paper

29 x 40 cm

2022

Relaxification / Tiny, Tiny Sister

Detail of drawing installation

Marker on paper

30 x 20 cm

2022

Hush Hush/ Tiny, Tiny Sister

Detail of drawing installation

digital painting

7016 x 4842 px

2022

I am real and you only a reflection / Tiny, Tiny Sister

Detail of drawing installation

digital painting

4984 x 3436 px

2022

I am an dinosaur / Tiny, Tiny Sister

watercolor and marker on paper

29,5 x 21,5 cm

2022

Don't look up / Tiny, Tiny Sister

watercolor and marker on paper

29,5 x 42 cm

2022

Ghosts on escalator / Tiny, Tiny Sister

watercolor and marker on paper

28 x 42 cm

2022

Snork 1 / Tiny, Tiny Sister

watercolor and marker on paper

28 x 42 cm

2022

Snork 2 / Tiny, Tiny Sister

watercolor and marker on paper

28 x 42 cm

2022

Snork 3 /Tiny, Tiny Sister

watercolor and marker on paper

22 x 10 cm

2022

Open your heart to the wisdom of the universe / Tiny, Tiny Sister

mixed media on paper

50 x 70 cm

2022

The book of not being remembered

Remote Sightseeing /Tiny, Tiny Sister

watercolor and marker on paper

28,5 x 42 cm

2022

Mother and Daughter / Tiny, Tiny Sister

acrylic on paper

42 x 28,5 cm

2022

Let's be friends / Tiny, Tiny Sister

Acrylic on paper

50 x 70 cm

2022

Traffic light 2

They-I

Huge brain all data here they learned from amazon

Check check check check yourself

They They They They They They They They (and so on)

Not stars but drones

Wires are connecting everything

This is a camera

Although it’s dark everything is visible visible stain

Old phone

I am stained

Look they are twirling, turning

Bloody process

Cats are safe

Traffic light 1

Should I stay or should I go? Haha a song, no more, no more, it‘s a question of getting flagged for misbehavior for a mistake, no room for mistakes. I need to watch my step, my back, need to don’t want to. I am anyone, they register everything. My thoughts? Maybe my thoughts too. Not crazy. Wait till you are flagged. Wait till you cannot rent a bike any more or book a flight or use your phone. They warn you of me. Honestly there is a voice that warns everybody who wants to speak with me. I am outside, pushed over the edge of society, not a member. I should behave, I should behave. Heed the warning. No way to fight. They are in the lights in the darkness, they have eyes everywhere. Track your phone kill your phone.

Traffic light 1 /

Tiny, Tiny Sister

watercolor and marker on paper

14 x 21 cm

2022

Traffic light 2 /

Tiny, Tiny Sister

watercolor and marker on paper

14 x 21 cm

2022

Are search engines Racists?

Algorithm of oppression

How can one get credit if one does not belong?

Type „pussy“ and see what come up

Rendering people of color as nontechnical (Safiya Noble)

Kill the algorithm

Was Kant a racist?

Am I doing it wrong

So much to know

So much to read

Understand

But do you

Do the research

Just one click

Quotes!!

There are two quotes

Racist/Nature

But they can think

Physical geography

Should be banned

Illegal is illegal-don’t exclude

Conform!

Yes googles ads play a role

Nature – Truth

No truth no nature

Remember the three black women? The „unprofessional“ hairstyle?

Are search engines racists?

Are search engienes Racists? /

Tiny, Tiny Sister

guache and marker on paper

14 x 21 cm

2022

Electric dawn /

Tiny, Tiny Sister

watercolor and marker on paper

14 x 21 cm

2022

Young famous, young dead. An icon but for whom? Profit for some, happiness for less and soon all traces of the “real” personality are erased, transformed, modified into something tragic but sellable.

The Basquy nft project plays with contradictions, bright and cheery colours clash with black and white portraits of the famous “non-graffiti” painter Basquiat. Hidden in the background is the fight for social justice: people dying in the sea, bombs, weapons and destruction, moneymaking for the sake of having more. Symbols of Basquiat's crazy short life are woven into the narrative, his love of music, his instable living situations, his drive to createcreatecreate and to succeed in the art world and finally his occupation with death.

All ten NFT's are sold though the munich gallery artespace on opensea.

Basquy NFT Project

go bang go smoke go silent

digital paiting

procreate on IpadPro

5906 x 5906 px

2022

Basquy NFT Project

If you see yourself you see nothing

digital painting

Procreate on IpadPro

5906 x 5906 px

2022

Basquy NFT Project

The unknown will make you great

digital painting

Procreate on IpadPro

5906 x 5906 px

2022

Basquy NFT Project

I am smiling I am dead

digital painting

Procreate on IpadPro

5906 x 5906 px

2022

Basquy NFT Project

it's empty I am empty I pured my art into your greedy gullet

digital painting

Procreate on IpadPro

5906 x 5906 px

2022

Basquy NFT Project

You have eyes to see you have a heart to act

digital painting

Procreate on IpadPro

5906 x 5906 px

2022

Basquy NFT Project

Measured differently

digital painting

Procreate on IpadPro

5906 x 5906 px

2022

Basquy NFT Project

Won't open them again

digital painting

Procreate on IpadPro

5906 x 5906 px

2022

Basquy NFT Project

I meditate my money buy me an ego die

digital painting

Procreate on IpadPro

5906 x 5906 px

2022

Basquy NFT Project

cut cut snip snip

digital painting

Procreate on IpadPro

5906 x 5906 px

2022

Candyfloss for Patriarchy

Drawing installation

work in progress

2021-22

I define myself as a woman and I am getting older. Being female in this world is not the best choice and being old neither. Both together are a certain way to get sad and angry. Its like with Alice and the rabbit hole, after being down there one time you cannot unsee/unknown the things you learned.

And the thing I see so often is that being a woman above the age of „fuckability“ (sorry for the rudeness) you on the one hand get invisible (near to no media representation) and on the other hand you get bombarded with messages to self optimise: use this cream to loose the wrinkles, wear this shapewear to look like a sex goddess, eat so clean you glow like a baby or even better, stop eating at all to activate natural anti-aging hormones...

Rescue Book/Candyfloss for Patriarchy

Digital ArtWorkBook

work in progress

2021-22

Covid is(s)t Kunst

What if...

Drawing installation

2020-21

“What if…?”

A wall full of drawings, of text fragments, hints and symbols. Paintings made with markers, with thick acrylic paint or digital tools. Layers upon layers.

Featuring the HALIEN, it will speak about the unknown a pandemic may cause, the change of the human genome by perhaps the vaccine or the virus itself. But although everything human looks different now, it also stays somehow the same. The strangeness amidst the normality.

A Friend in the Dark

Fart and Fire

Acrylic on cardboard

80 x 80 x 4 cm

2020

Not so fast

Acrylic on cardboard

51 x 35 cm

2020

A world inside a yawn

Acrylic on cardboard

35 x 30 cm

2020

The sheep are upside down

Acrylic on cardboard

35 x 27 cm

2020

B & H

It's Arminius not Hermann

Acrylic on canvas

60 x 80 cm

2017

Pathos

Acrylic on canvas

80 x 60 cm

2017

Buio

Drunken from the deep sea

Acrylic on canvas

60 x 80 cm

2018

Please, never never...

Acrylic on canvas

60 x 80 cm

2018

Equinia

The mountain king

Acrylic on paper

30 x 40 cm

2019

Hidden in the depths of rock and earth.

Crowned with flowers which fell from the sky.

Streams pouring out of his hands.

Illuminated by love and fire, by sun and moon.

He is waiting – the mountain king.

In my mind there is a wild amalgam of music and folk tales, of myth and modern fantasy all situated in the mountains. Inside my head the theme of Peer Gynt is ringing and with my inner eye I can see rugged mountains tower over dark forests. I can feel ice-cold water drops on my skin and taste mouldy air in my lungs. Images and feelings fuelled by myths of Wayland the smith, of Tolkien’s dwarfs, of the Greek god Hephaistos or modern classics like Ronia the Robber’s daughter. But the one tale which never left my heart and mind is the story of Laurin the Dwarven King of the Rosengarten, which I learned from my father while driving through Italy.

The Rosengarten is the name of a mountain massif in the Dolomites in northern Italy. The impressive mountains have a soft pink hue and they are famous for glowing during sunsets (Alpenglühen). The saga of King Laurin is a folkloristic attempt to explain the phenomena of Alpenglow.

Multifeet

Acrylic on paper

30 x 42 cm

2018

Misty heights

Acrylic on paper

42 x 30 cm

2018

Don't look at the stars

Acrylic on paper

42 x 30 cm

2018

Und siehe ein weißes Pferd

Acrylic on paper

30 x 42 cm

2018

Equinia is an ongoing series of paintings which showcases landscapes and beings built in screaming colours: ordinary and outlandish at the same time. The pastose paint sucks the observers into secret worlds which only enfold after deeper contemplation.