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I know the place and you don’t. or maybe you do (in progress)beneath the waves there is silencea silent harshness
otosu

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artist statement
In the landscape as my workspace, I gather images. I collect the vista, the overview, but even more so the edges of the landscape: the physical edges, the details, and those places where the physical appearance transitions into philosophical interpretation. Elements I pick up like small objects, the way I used to collect them in my pockets as a child. I fragment.
In essence, I search for silence, explanation, confusion, memory as recollection. Thereby, the landscape and the concept of landscape become research in themselves. What does it tell me? Am I a part of it? What do I long for from the landscape? What does it need from me?
With recordings from the visited space, I create a visual archive. By blending and distorting images, I distance myself from reality. Within this resulting field of tension, I investigate the emergence of a new metaphorical existence. Or rather, I attempt to create the impossible. The subject transforms into object; I render myself invisibly present as a catalyst.
In my work, I combine both analog and digital techniques, possibly supplemented by other media. The initial tactility thus takes shape anew within the two-dimensional image.

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I know the place and you don’t. or maybe you doA series about the inscrutable motives of human beings. And doubt.
The Place is the unspoken, the misunderstood, the never to be understood. Human connection as a landscape; rough, shouting, and raging, while longing to sink into the earth. Or churning like clouds, with a head full of birds. The thesis and antithesis of rolling ground and sharp, stony sand. The stirring as the wind picks up. All that lies still and straight is so quickly forgotten when a wave comes rolling in. In the middle of the day, there is no shade to hide behind. And when the wind falls still, you stand motionless as a tree, in the wake of your own actions. 
Sometimes man is simply a landscape. Harsh and never, never to be understood.
The Place is also an actual place on a Greek island. The photographer was introduced to The Place by American photographer Raymond Meeks in 2025. The Place immediately gained an almost mythical status. A place that always keeps a secret, a place where you never quite know what to expect. Rude, harsh, windy, dusty, and yet it feels like home, familiar, welcoming. A white side and a black side. Love and hate at the same time. The strongest feeling. 
All photographs in the series were taken at The Place or its immediate surroundings.



beneath the waves there is silenceMadly sinking under and swimming away, each stroke carrying you further from what is real. Beneath the waves, there is silence. With each added layer in the image, the reality of silence is more closely approached. True silence is never quite there; it seems not to exist, as there is always some noise standing in the way. Beneath the waves, there is silence; yet in truth, it is a swirling, throbbing mass. It never falls quiet, not even in stillness. Silence is more than the absence of sound; it is a search for the absence of the unspoken.

This project was created alongside the performance One moves, the other doesn’t by Fyllenia Grigoriou and Anton Lambert, during the residency Dancing on the edge of the Etna at The White Garage in Catania, Sicily.



a silent harshnessIn A Silent Harshness, there is an almost desperate search for silence, which ultimately results only in restlessness, or in the uncanny realization that within silence there will always be something sharp.
All images are small, intimate, and subdued. From various photographed elements, these quiet landscapes were composed, much like a painter develops landscapes.



otosu Otosu is Japanese for the act of removing, like lifting a stain. A small, intimate series on letting go and the elusiveness of time. The images appear as fragments, pieced together, quietly unsettling the certainty of memory.