I was born in a small village in Germany. My home that equally attracts and repels me, which tells me to leave and then also calls me back. From all the patterns it seems to be the reality which fits me most and which neverthless is surrounded by some kind of mythical element. Time is progressing in a different way and several layers of time overlap and form an irreversible mass. When I spent one year traveling in Japan and South East Asia, it was a bizarre experience that there, I felt closer to reality but that this reality from its immediacy, distance and vulgarity once more was transformed into something abstract and surreal. Separated from the security of my past I was confronted with the unadorned mixture of love and hate, unaccomplished desires and brutality which constitutes history. Suddenly The Dionysian and the devastation of the past became transparent.