2018

I'm so fortunate to spend more than two months in the large studio at Künstlerdorf Schöppingen. Right across the yard is a printing press waiting to be used. And so I start printing, and only stop the day that I leave. The rectangular patterns that I observe in the landscape all around manifest themselves on layers of paper, and get mixed up by my pencil drawings and rolled out black ink on top and inbetween. The works find their spaces on the white wall of the exhibition space, patterns, gaps, a balancing disorder between white and black.