At the end of the road stood once the Berlin Wall. That was all I knew when I encountered the Osdorfer Forest for the first time. I did not expect much at the end of this road, maybe some waste land, new construction sites and one leg of the Berlin Wall Trail. But I did not expect a forest like this – at once peaceful and dark, unimpressive at first sight, yet complex and full of historical layers.
The forest encircled the century-old Osdorf manor, which had been razed to the ground after the construction of the Berlin Wall. Roughly half of the forest had been cut down to make way for the wall and enable border guards to view and shoot targets clearly. Today, a light and leafy forest is growing in the former death strip, it was planted after the fall of the Berlin Wall. The other half of the forest is much darker and overgrown, it had not been accessible for nearly three decades because it was situated in the forbidden zone. Experiencing this forest and constantly switching between the bright and dark atmosphere feels like a metaphor for the absurdity of walls.
2018. prints on japanese fabric