WALD
In one of my earliest memories, I am sitting in a snowy forest, drinking tea from a thermos while my father and other relatives are cutting firewood. Growing up within a ten minute walking distance from the next forest, I have always enjoyed being there. Depending on my age, the dense and green forest served as a playground, party location or simply as a place to be alone.
Today, when I walk through the forests of my childhood and adolescence, I mostly feel pain because those forests are sick now as a consequence of monoculture, heavy forestry, drought and bark beetle damage.
By using several layers of materials and the violence of a knife, the series WALD merges my romantic childhood memories with experiences in the contemporary forest.
