Riding home at night on my bicycle across the empty farmlands of Brandenburg I get a strong sense for what reality is really like. Surrounded by what seems an infinite expanse of darkness I travel onwards with only my headlight illuminating what is directly in front of me. Everything else is hidden. However, in the the periphery there are glimpses, hints of things that could be there. I try not to pay attention to these phantasms and instead concentrate on the task at hand. Which is staying up right and getting home safely. However, with my art practice its different. While in the studio working alone on my craft, I imagine myself in that great expanse and here I do not pay attention to what is directly in front of me. Instead I look to edges and I try to hold onto the brief glimpse just beyond perception. Here on the edges of what is perceivable I pursue my artistic vision.