As a child I spent every Sunday wandering through the forest with my mother. On these journeys, I discovered many varieties of trees, some of which quickly captured my heart. I loved the solid, impressive beech trees. As I wandered along the hiking trails, their large eyes seemed to observe me. It was like being in a fairy tale. The trees came alive. they communicated with me. While only their outlines were visible, I could fees the cret world, to establish a connection between man and nature. These wooden sculptures express our human vulnerability: trees are the lungs of our existence.
In Venice, Palazzo Michiel, beside the flowing water of the lagoon, three tree figures demonstrate that they can rotate about their axis. They are headstrong and bent on to be.