My art is fake, my oeuvre consists of forgeries of artworks that have never existed.
Meine Kunst ist eine Lüge, meine Arbeiten sind Fälschungen von Kunstwerken, die nie existiert haben.
Exhibitions since 2005 / Ausstellungen seit 2005
A text about an exhibition at the tracks of what was once the main gate to all of Europe for those who traveled by train, a text about borders, about lines separating nations and about people who experiment with other kinds of borders.
Whenever I meet punks who are begging for scraps, I tend to see them as the modern day mendicant monks, beger monks living on alms – maybe we should ask them to pray for us after we have given them some coins.
For a while I was obsessed with a story coming from the research done by J.G. Frazer (one of the of the founding fathers of the study of anthropology)…