Everything Turns, Rotates, Pulsates & Repeats

The work is an attempt to slow down enough to notice these cycles — to look at nature not as scenery, but as a language of its own. It is also a reflection of a personal passage: the experience of being between places, between identities, between what has ended and what has not yet begun.

For me, the forest became a liminal space in which to exist without having to know exactly where I was going.

    During a five-month art residency in the forest near Biesenthal, outside Berlin, I found myself in a period of transition. As always, the liminal takes over. 

The work exists somewhere between photography and cinema, between the still image and the moving image. Macro details of nature are filmed and held for long enough to become almost still photographs. A frame becomes a painting. Then something moves — a change in light, a vibration, a breath, a shift in focus — and the image begins again.


The camera looks closely at things that are usually passed over.

Light becomes the protagonist. It enters, leaves, reflects, dissolves and returns. Darkness is not simply the absence of light, but another space to enter. The work moves slowly between these states, searching for the liminal spaces in between: between stillness and movement, presence and disappearance, waking and dreaming.

Somewhere between the trees and the water, time started to disappear. Days became light, shadow, wind, movement. The garden grew, the lake kept changing, and the forest continued without keeping count.

I started looking closer.

At the smallest movements. The surface of things. The moments between stillness and motion.

This work came out of that disappearing sense of time — and it remains open, unfinished, constantly changing.

It keeps turning.
It keeps repeating.

A dancer appears throughout the film, moving in and out of the frame.

Rather than functioning as a traditional character, the dancer becomes a kind of spirit or interruption — a body that belongs simultaneously to the human world and the world of the forest. Appearing and disappearing between images, the figure reminds us of the invisible presences that inhabit places, even when we cannot see them. The body becomes another element of the landscape: moving, repeating, transforming.