I’m interested in shifts, simplifications, and transformations. Forms that used to be recognizable, and that awaken a great many figurative associations, can no longer be put into a specific order. Even though there are succinct details that our experience and memory can use as points of orientation, the works are something like simulacra that slide from your grasp, like a wet bar of soap. Some are actually like readymades or found objects, such as Verbrannter Stall (Scorched barn), for example. Most of them, though, have been carefully built, worked out, and altered, so that they retain the desired presence. It’s comparable to what happens in dreams and jokes, when things that have been overlooked or repressed get mixed up, become unrecognizable, and force their way into daylight in a form that’s new and surprising; latency manifests in dreams and should do the same as an object: it’s there—and that’s the problem.