It is a necessity for me to see things together that are systematically separated in analytic orders.
I am a blind spot fetishist. I knot bizarre webs of imaginations and thoughts. With these webs I intend to cross the gaps between the orders. I recreate geographies of conciousness in which I move, pacing and cutting across. While I am mapping the scenery I am about to leave it. The point is not the cartography. I care about the scope and a space that makes me utterly wondering about its transitory infinity and that is enclosed by a semipermeable film. I am a blind spot fetishist. I develop essayfilms and installations.