Right in the beginning of my teenage years I started to think about mortality and what does death mean to me. I took quite different positions to the concept but at the end it stayed hostile to any interpretation, unthinkable, a state of absence of meaning. I was wondering if the knowledge of an end gives meaning to our stay or does it rather empty it from sense. Should you cope with the awareness of your own mortality once and forever or is it a burden you have to skip as long as you don't need to face it.
As last year my mother was diagnosed with a life threatening illness I had to reflect mortality again and face my fears in order to reevaluate my position in life. This photo series is my attempt to find and form a dialectic between the dichotomies of life/death, absence/presence, acceptance/denial, to merge these apparently mutually exclusive concepts into one, where opposite entities do not exclude and contradict one another but complete and complement each other. I create my own visual language, to portray a world which reflects an interior space of thoughts and feelings. It is a mixture of conscious decision making and letting yourself go with the interior dialogue where structures and meanings are shaped in the process of creating. |