Slabby walls | Falling

The fugue as an element of refuge, hole, emptiness, escape, hidden wall, green border,
I try to make the contours visible to keep the balance, as a gestalt, foreigner, stranger… imitating what passes around me, momentary recordings into my everyday life, into the strangeness, what is stuck to me, what is expressed in the different artistic techniques.
I am left to retreat into my studio, into my forms, to let go of any social events, to sit on one side of the broken bridge and slowly wait for the social dead, marginalised, illiterate, unnoticed… almost in-blame…