I find comfort and a deep connection with times gone by in the fleeting veils of my memory. Nostalgia, this vivid, sentimental longing for what once was, is not just a vanishing point, but a source of well-being and belonging for me.

It is as if I am looking through a magnificent Tiffany window whose colors and shapes form images of my life that are both beautiful and painful.

In the quiet hours of my current life, marked by the relentless tide of time and the shadows that oblivion casts, it is precisely these memories from my youth that sparkle like beacons in the darkness.

They are bridges that connect me and those who try to reach me; firmly anchored in the depths of my mind. These memories, though often colored and distorted by my consciousness, are not just fleeting voices of my past.

They are the core of my identity, the foundation of my being that resists oblivion. They tell a story that is more than the sum of its parts – a story that is essential for my well-being and anchors me in the world.

Photo print on wood. Acrylic neon color on an AI generated image printed on Hahnemühle Fuji Crystal Archive.

60 x 60 cm

Year of creation: 2024