Movements is a series of 21 short videos. Very minimal and almost like a meditation. But, there is always a twist, an unpredictable event or an unexpected action involved.

1st act

It smells of old diesel in the run-down factory hall in Leipzig. Glass splinters crunch under my feet. The campaign of the Vandals has left its mark. The instincts are stimulated and the senses wide awake. The illegal territory encourages action. But which action?

The desire to play with the place and its found objects, and the risk of having no concept, but of following the intuition of the moment, allows one to cross one's own boundaries and makes space for something new. Suddenly, space and its history, the "things" and ourselves connect. The game begins. Sometimes without hesitation and sometimes tough and doomed.

In spite of failing to do so, it remains fortunate not only to see the world but to have it perceived and connect with it, as a driving force for exploration and interpretation. My paths commute between urban no-man's-land and the rough nature of northern landscapes. In them, we find correspondences, themes, and longings of our subconscious.

2nd act

Having returned from the wild expanses of the north into my own four walls, a new adventure awaits me. 27 inches of light illuminate the studio space in the dusk of a misty late autumn evening. Dozens of video clips, the harvest of my games, all whisper: «Look at me, choose me!»

In the ring of the screen unfolds the magic of the current pictures. They no longer have anything to do with the reality of the moment of taking but have already become their own reality through their two-dimensionality. Through editing and treatment, "history" can be rewritten and condensed to a point. In the processing of the "Movements", the final dramaturgy of the series develops. This is designed so that it usually holds a surprise. The moods alternate between poetry, irony and a quiet melancholy. This arises from the fact that we can indeed see something, but this seeing always points to something out side of ourselves and invisible and remains unbelievable. The vessel is here. The messages always determined by one’s own perception..