The Garden

I remember a certain a moment form childhood: I am looking into a hole in the hedge and I see a micro-world full of talking plants, strange birds, zoological hybrids. A real tunnel into a child’s imagination. Later, I constantly imagined these micro-worlds everywhere - the world of sparkling beetles under a strange stone in my garden, tiny worlds inside heads of flowers full of colorful, dancing flies, aerial and underwater worlds. Worlds hidden in worlds, like in that book from childhood with the girl on the cover, who is holding a book with a girl on the cover, who is holding a book…and like that forever...

 

30 x 42 cm, ed. 10 + 5 AP, 2010, mixed media, pigment print on archival paper

The Garden

I remember a certain a moment form childhood: I am looking into a hole in the hedge and I see a micro-world full of talking plants, strange birds, zoological hybrids. A real tunnel into a child’s imagination. Later, I constantly imagined these micro-worlds everywhere - the world of sparkling beetles under a strange stone in my garden, tiny worlds inside heads of flowers full of colorful, dancing flies, aerial and underwater worlds. Worlds hidden in worlds, like in that book from childhood with the girl on the cover, who is holding a book with a girl on the cover, who is holding a book…and like that forever...

 

30 x 42 cm, ed. 10 + 5 AP, 2010, mixed media, pigment print on archival paper