In a place far away and close by things live on by virtue of memory and the meanings bestowed upon them by human beings.
My archive of objects is equal to the no less real archive of my memory. They animate each other and bring forth ever new and unexpected images and ideas. It is as if one were watching, as it takes shape, the play of thinking with its infinite interconnections.
From my father’s Africanist collection and my own magic chamber; my photographs of the 1970s; and a rediscovered fragment of a Super-8 film of Lil Picard’s birthday party at the gallery Werner Kunze, ca. 1974.