What is reflected in my art? 
My inner self, or the influences I receive from the outside world? 
Can the two even be separated at all?



The context of the works shown here:

In December 2025, I suffered a severe heart attack, followed a few weeks later by what is known as follow-up treatment.

Daily life at the hospital was filled with fitness sessions, nutritional counseling, meditation exercises, and walks at zero degrees on the icy Baltic Sea beach. All around me were patients, some of whom had been hit far harder than I had. There was a lot of downtime.

Fortunately, I had a private room. During this two-week hospital stay, I took selfies that I later edited. Ultimately, it was a form of self-exploration through facial expressions.

However, this context also includes issues that have preoccupied me throughout my life: personal experiences of violence, emotional abuse, male arrogance, cold anger…

And finally, always in the back of my mind: the current debates surrounding patriarchal structures, hate-speakers, the manosphere, and widespread misogyny… We’re seeing politicians who no longer act in a level-headed and objective manner. At the same time, emotionally charged moments dominate the feeds of our social media channels.

And what does all of this do to me, in the face of my own mortality?

Images are flooding in. They’re crowding out words. Conversations. Empathy. What remains? Within myself? Distress? Powerlessness? Hysterical laughter? Do I let myself be infected by the anger around me? Do I fall in line with the polarizers, or do I manage to transform that anger into constructive energy?

Will I be able to find peace despite all of this?