This is the space between states. The realm where things dissolve their old forms before revealing what they’re becoming.
GROWTH
Series | Photographed 2021, Leipzig, Germany | Published 2026
We grow. Outward, inward, together, apart. Conforming to society?
BREEDING
We are born and shaped. Somewhere in between, we lose ourselves.
INDIVIDUALISM
Find ourselves? Flowing, expanding. And now – fracture. Back to searching for meaning, as ever.
SOCIETY
Breeding is what nature begins and society completes. Growth at any cost.
But whose?
POSEIDON’S WRATH
Photographed 2020, Düsseldorf, Germany | Published 2025
My hands are cold.
Where did it go wrong?
Have the gods forsaken us, or is it their answer to what we did?
Swaying, I can barely hold myself.
Thunder is near, and I feel that there is no hope left, as the waves crash against my future.
AQUATIC GALAXY
Photographed 2019, Padang Bai, Bali, Indonesia | Published 2021
In this shallow world, revealed,
a universe.
Where algae turn into stardust and sea anemones bloom like celestial nebulae.
Tiny barnacles scatter like diamond dust across this underwater galaxy.
A new discovery, a new beginning – at this place I passed.
Its secluded beauty held me, and I returned.
To linger for a while.
THE VOID
Photographed 2019, Almlapura, Bali, Indonesia | Published 2019
Spellbound, I descend into the darkness, into a flowing geological formation that welcomes me.
The blackness does not consume me; it is the pure form of the origin, enveloped in clear white.
How do I find the patience to discover all this?
I wait.
Everything flows; nothing is static; everything is in flux.
I go with it.
I go along, flickering between the shadows.
The image stands still, but I – I do not.
DISTORTION
Photographed 2020, Düsseldorf, Germany | Published 2021
The surface has been altered.
Burnt, broken, smudged.
In the centre is a disruption, and a dark portal opens inward, leaving faint traces of chalk around it.
They are ghostly notes, and I catch a glimpse of written instructions that have given my inner self a voice.
They could be memories, thoughts or even dreams.
I try to grasp them, to sort them out.
But my gaze is drawn to the center of chaos, and I—
I don’t understand.
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