Memory
The series of prints is my answer to suppressed reactions. To the relation towards reality. They are forms distilled from unnecessary elements, forming my own story. I address my problems and weaknesses, but also the moments of elation and faith in the future. It’s just a human story. My only contribution was to move it to timeless conditions. Lithography gave me exactly what I expected, that is extracting the depth of the subject by distancing myself.
The resulting forms did not emerge in a unified process. It was diverse and unplanned. This allowed finding a common and coherent language that explains a lot, but leaves a distance to one’s own interpretation. Everything that I could not put in form was solved in a different way. I tried to write. The text was never finished. It was perfect at the beginning, when it did not yet exist, in the assumption and pursuit of the goal. Simple and complex at the same time. Consistent. Painting, printmaking and language have become inseparable. And that was a light cast on the goal that it has always been: the fight for my own attitude.