It starts with the laughter of children. Images from the late 80ies in the GDR to the immediate present of the year 2008 in Germany.
Those residual images have besieged my head, constantly reassembling themselves into new shapes that are further and further removed from their original meaning and function. They remain in motion. They become history.
The material remains incomplete. It consists of what I held on to, what remained important to me. It is my picture.