A mirror. We break, shatter and sweep away.

THE COCOON
Photographed 2021, Leipzig, Germany | Published 2026
We build ourselves an armour.
Layer by layer: rigid, organic and cold.
Protection is not weakness โ it is proof that something was worth protecting.
LIQUIDIZE
Photographed 2024, Dresden, Germany | Published 2024
A vertical fracture. Or is it?
Maybe a frozen bolt of lightning that is holding the liquid chaos together.
A thread of hope?
The cold, deep waves capture me. Melancholy holds me tight as the depths of grief cry over her frozen past.
I form a kinship with water. I breath in.
I follow the flow. Breath is life.
Itโs warm, but it feels distant.
Grasping the light, I embrace my newfound fluidity.
We form a symbiosis and live with the ancient memory of its molten origin.
A BREWING STORM
Photographed 2020, Bielefeld, Germany | Published 2020
This is the moment just before everything unravels.
When the world holds its breath, and I can feel it, deep in my chest:
The storm is coming.
I canโt hear the thunder yet.
But itโs there. Coiled inside me like a spiral of glass, wound tight and trembling,
as if the pressure of everything Iโve been holding in might finally shatter me open.
A thousand thoughts swirling with no centre, no calm eye to step into.
Just motion.
Just buildup.
The weight of it is too much.
The world spins too, doesnโt it?
Politics. Grief. Climate. Conflict.
So many voices shouting at once, inside and out.
And I try to hold it all:
my own life, my own pain alongside the enormity of everything else.
No wonder I feel torn in every direction.
No wonder I can barely think without fracturing.
This is the moment before collapse.
But itโs also the moment where I choose to pause โ
to make room for everything thatโs coming, without letting it break me.
Not yet.
MELANCHOLIA OF THE SOUL
Photographed 2020, Thun, Switzerland | Published 2020
Who among us can define what a soul is or what it might look like?
Throughout the ages we have found a multitude of words to interpret and describe.
Pure and radiant as the rays of the sun. Crystal clear, its purity penetrates even the darkest of our thoughts.
Yet in times of trouble, fear, burden and sorrow, it can become clouded.
Melancholy surrounds us like a veil. Problems can confuse us. We can come into conflict, even with ourselves. Tensions can seem to be tearing us apart. But no matter how bleak our problems or our future may be, with our problems or our future, with faith, will and unity, we will find a way to get out of our own melancholy and let our soul shine again.
In harmony.

I. MELANCHOLIA
It fills me completely. My very existence is the feeling itself, enclosed in a cocoon.

II. BLUR
A misty veil, it clouds my vision.
Am I losing myself, or is the world lost?

III. CONFUSION
Chaos, thoughts unclear. A storm raging and spilling out into a kaleidoscope.

IV. CONFLICT
Emotions that wound each other.
Erase each other?

V. TENSION
I inhale โ too deeply?
Pause. The tension is real.
I want to breathe!

VI. BREAKTHROUGH
Finally!
Liberation.
Not gently and not quietly, but with explosive force that screams ENOUGH.
Iโm not breaking down anymore.
Iโm breaking out.

VII. HARMONY
I didnโt erase the damage. I didnโt seal up the cracks.
Not by denying emotions, but by allowing each one its right to exist.
And Iโm happy.
Happy to simply be.
Concluding Thought
I can see these feelings. They are within me, yet I am a different person now. Something more complex. I understand myself better, even though there are times when I lose myself. When Iโm afraid, I turn to my loved ones; when Iโm in doubt, I do the same. I no longer feel abandoned or alone. I am in harmony with the world around me, yet I remain my own entity and my own self. โ 2026
INTERDIMENSIONAL REFRACTION
Photographed 2017, Lรถbau, Germany | Published 2018
A whisper from in-between: countless mirror worlds splitting inside my mind.
Each fragment contains a different thought.
Like visions from other variants of myself.
I feel each surface in my mind reflects a different connection.
Tiny knotted points and gateways to other dimensions.
I know Iโm fracturing myself trying to find my way in this labyrinth.
Perhaps this fractured complexity is the human condition.
Perhaps we all shimmer and splinter in ways we cannot grasp.
Maybe there is a way to bring order to my tangled mind.
Then again, maybe I just donโt mind.
Maybe this is simply my nature?
And maybe thatโs okay.
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