Selection out of an unnamed series of small landscapes and caves (2019) which are made out of clay, glaze and pieces of trash/scrap metal.  They are slightly abstract depictions of unconscious or decaying human figures, which are laying lonely in the raw beauty of the earth. I imagine them as the first or the last death humans. The signifier and interpreter of all things has stopped functioning while ‘all things’ keep blossoming and living. The unconscious human becomes something very vulnerable and potentially beautiful.

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