WALD

In one of my earliest memories, I am sitting in a snowy forest, drinking tea from a thermos, while my father and other relatives are cutting firewood. Growing up in a ten minute walking distance from the next forest, I have always enjoyed being there. Depending on my age, the forest served as a playground, party location or simply as a place to be alone. 

Today, when I walk through the forests of my childhood and adolescence, I mostly feel pain because those forests are sick now as a consequence of monoculture, heavy forestry, drought and bark beetle damage. 

This series of works is related to my experiences in the contemporary forest.