The Forest as a State of Mind
Photographs, analog and digital, since 2002
Thanks to my mother, I have a lot of films in my possession that were shot on Super 8. That was her hobby. These films have become part of my memory. Or rather, they bear witness to a part of my life that I can barely remember and that I wouldn't remember at all without these films. I found a sequence in them that shows me with my father. A moment in which he hugs me. In the forest. Apparently, we, my parents and I, were out walking with friends of theirs at the end of the 70s. A grotesque situation, if you look at the clothes. My father's hug is something special. He was and is emotionally unattainable for me. That, in combination with the forest, evokes an enraptured, dreamlike situation for me. Maybe that's a reason why I can feel my soul when I'm in a forest.