'of objects and no answers' consists of seven objects that were presented at a solo exhibition weekend at kachelraum (2023).

23.11.-26.11.2023SOLO EXHIBITION – this exhibition has already happened. for upcoming events and/or shows, please keep a close look at this space or follow all updates on my work on instagram.

the seven objects are inscribed with the poem 'what do you do', which was written in 2018. the poem deals with the question of existence (how should we live), while the search for an answer opens up the next question (what is art). the individual rings function as decorative or wearable objects. however, their value is not derived from its application, but from its origin: the urgency in the search for answers and the need for expression.

  • what do you do
    after having failed
    repeatedly 
    to grasp it
    what it is that made you
    what it is that keeps you
    here

    you have seen light travel
    and you have made the waters subside
    and you have cared for someone 

    so much

  • you thought you had skimmed
    yourself

    you halved your wholeness
    while overflowing 
    up to your head
    knee deep 
    in all the world's riches 

    yet still

    all the contradictions you unveiled

  • and all the riddles you uncovered  
    are not enough
    are never enough 
    to help you grasp it
    because still you are lost 
    and still your are alone
    and still you are
    scared

    of the flight ahead
    of the speed of time
    and

  • all the wisdom you were able to take from the world
    all that you want to see grow into the world
    so


    what do you do now
    while trying to grasp it
    that feeling 
    that has not been given a name 
    a feeling so closely related to being alive

  • of gravity disappearing 
    to where it came from

    and you are shaken to the core 
    by the thought of unbecoming

  • of turning from dream to death
    without having worked out all the metaphors

    without having made sense of
    all you have seen and heard and touched
    and without having expressed
    trivially
    as if in passing

  • that the borders smear 
    and the perimeters crumble 
    a feeling in sight 
    but so far out of reach
    that I am asking still
    what do we do